"Oh, I thought aliens were like those things that you see in Roswell, New Mexico." Barry commented."Alien's appearance varies with the species, I am a...Kryptonian and my name is Kara Zor-El." Kara told her… friend."May I ask you why Kryptonians can speak English, Kara?" Barry asked her curiously."We don't naturally, but I lived on this planet for 12 years and learned the language of this planet." Kara informed him."I wish I could remember who I am." Barry said sadly, "My only memories are of. My fingers stay glued to my nipples, twisting, pinching, rubbing. I almost cry out. I swear my nipples are directly tied to my clit. He rolls her over to where her back is to us, then he slides in behind her, spooning her. This is perfect. I can fully open both eyes without them seeing me. He pulls her top leg back and drapes it over his leg, opening up her pussy for him. I see his hand disappear in front of him. Oh my, what is he doing? Fingering her or rubbing her clit. I do not know, so my. Er...looks great mom," I said, hesitatingly, feeling my dick move in my boxer's, and not really sure what to say to her."Good," said mom, and finally turned around. Then I saw her front properly. She must have taken out one of her very old tops, which had string like shoulder straps, leaving exposed her upper shoulders. Not only that, but it looked like she had cut the fabric around the area which would normally have covered her boobs, so that there was a huge amount of cleavage showing! I. I need to know.Do we have a deal?" she asks.You smile. The girl is being as rational as she can be. Serum girls arenever fully rational, ruled by their bodies hormones, genetic impulses,needs and emotions. You can see that a part of her is relishing thedanger and thrill of being trapped as a common slave girl forever. Thereis something perversely fatalistic about serum girls, the way they toywith their freedom, almost wanting it to be stripped from them. "I don'tmake deals with slaves," you.