His jacket and trousers were the deep crimson of the Trader's Guild, but he lacked the black cuff stripes and sash of a master trader. Evidently, he w...s one of the independent caravan masters who ranged up and down the length of Kath, picking up a deal here, a consignment there, and trading for whatever they could find."Shantar of the High Hills?" he rumbled. "Well, that's a big enough place to be from. At least you look like you're able to take care of yourself. How'd you like to sign on with. I had to drive all the way home with that dried cum stuck to my face that night, and I spent easily over an hour in the shower once I returned home, using up all of my hot water in the process, but I didn't care. I just couldn't escape the feeling that I was missing a spot and would have a coworker notice it the next day at the office. I hated this man. I had to break free of his control. $4,000 had to be enough - what did he have to lose?First I had to make sure I didn't get thrown out of his. " She whispered with a chime like voice, her red blood pooled around her fingers. He blinked, looking again, he came to the realization, she wasn't wearing anything. She was small, delicate looking, with a b-sized chest, a small waist and long legs. His groin burned, hardening in his jeans, he clenched his jaw to contain the soft groan that wanted to escape his throat. "Are you sure...here...I um..." He stepped forward, pulling his hoodie off, leaving him in a grey tank top in the cool weather.. “Go and take a long 20 to 25 minute shower Karen,” I said as I approached Rebecca with the Fosters in hand, “And make sure you wash out the inside of your pussy really well.” Without a word my sister headed off to my bathroom.“Ok kiddo,” I said as I knelt down in between her wide spread legs, “this might be a little cold.” As I said this I lowered the can of Fosters between her thighs.“That’s fine,” Rebecca responded as she pulled her pussy wide open. “When I have been mean to Mike he makes.