“Wow. I need to get some coffee. Long day of work ahead of me today ... and maybe another long night of fun, too. So you’ll do an extra good job f...r me as my special helper today, right? If you do, maybe we can spend another night together ... and maybe we can invite one of your sexy friends to join us.”Emily’s eyes shone with excitement. “Oh, that would be amazing, Jack... really?” she asked breathlessly. “I’ll be such a good helper for you today, I swear, I’ll do whatever you want, I. The wookie labor squads are always in need of more pleasure slaves.* Mara had been to several of the wookie f***ed labor camps the Empire maintains and had seen the wookies “playing” with some of the Emperor’s less-fortunate slaves. A shudder runs through her body at the thought of one of their huge, log-like members trying to f***e its way into her. But it wouldn’t stop at just one. There’s generally only one girl for every six (or more) wookies. Duty as “wookie slave whore” is normally. She woke hours later, her body covered in dried semen, aching but still sexually aroused from the drug now weakly coursing through her system. Sometime after she’d passed out, her wrists had been secured behind her back, a collar and chain placed around her throat and the other end attached to the wall. She was no longer blindfolded, but was still helplessly in control of whoever held her captive. She was in a small closet, light leaking around the edges of the closed door, laying on a thin. “Yes, ma’am,” I say. She has firm buttocks. She works her glutes out very often, and it has paid off. I am tempted to pat her ass, but again, in the interests of being professional, I fall into my massage routine, only with much more care and attention. “Your hair, ma’am,” I say, wondering whether I should tie it up and place a cap on it, so she doesn’t have to deal with it becoming greasy. “Head to toe, Stefan,” she says. “Oil in the hair also, and make sure it reaches every part of my scalp.”.