She instantly felt an undeniable pride as she entered the cubicle with her thong stapled on the wall above her head. In her mind she saw that thong as...the royal standard that frequently flies over Buckingham palace here in England, in her mind's eye it represented the Queen being at home; Only in Cindy's case it was the Queen of blow jobs.Within thirty seconds of entering the stench filled cubicle and closing the door, a stiff uncircumcised cock was poking through her side of the door. She. I wish I knew more about where I’ll be stationed and what I’ll be doing.”“They really capitalize on fear of the unknown,” I said. “Everyone is afraid so they can be heroes to help us poor kids along and be our saviors.”“That sounds like the old man talking,” Rachel giggled. “Exactly how old is the cock that’s in my love garden?”“Old enough to know better and too young to care,” I laughed. I put my hand on her butt and pulled her closer to me, sinking a little deeper. “I’m the young man who. Just to be on the safe side, we kept our assault rifles with us. For practical purposes, we looked like any other resident of the Dyson Sphere.We walked up to what looked like the main door of the building closest to the farm and looked for some sort of doorbell. Nothing was obvious, so I tried to open the door. It opened easily, and we went inside the building. We entered a large room that was lined around the edges with desks, but there was nobody sitting at any of them. Were the residents. Ah, my Master had forgivenme? No such luck. He grabbed the hard wooden paddle andproceeded to give me 412 spankings. I had not withstoodmy punishment. Now I was truly frightened.“Slave, you have embarrassed me, and now you are unableto take simple punishment. However, I am a tolerantmaster, and I am willing to give you a choice of thislast venue of torture. You may choose to take the 1000hits with various whips, paddles, and toys. I will notbe stopping this time. It will be 1000 without a.