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They’ve made her a lesbian, using the implant, did you know? We like to do it sometimes – create women with intense sexual interest in their fellow slaves. They assist in managing other females, in exchange for the occasional use of one of them.” There is ten seconds of silence. The whole time Jasmine’s eyes glide up and down over my nude body, and for the first time in my life I sense desire from her, and feel uncomfortable about being undressed in her presence. “Jasmine,” says Lotho-etsarra. “Arouse the Colonel. Use her for your own fulfilment while you arouse her for me.” “No!” I plead, saying no for the thousandth time since being handed over to the Slavers. I strain with my bruised wrists against the handcuffs as uselessly as I’ve always done, for Jasmine is already half-way through straddling my cot. Her weight settles on my pelvis, pressing on some of the lines of soreness where she sits on me, and then her hands reach where she wants to touch - for my injured breasts, fingers pulling at my nipples so they begin to spark with stimulation. “Please, no,” I beg to them both, “not this.” I turn my head to the side to look at balefully at the Hunter, slouching back Babes indolently in his chair to watch us, and Jasmine takes the opportunity to lean in and kiss the side of my neck. I hold his gaze, furious, the whole time her soft lips press into me. Her breath is hot, tickling, and she sucks at me, compressing her mouth the way teenagers indian do giving a love bite. Having claimed me thus, she straightens up and rubs the palms of her hands up and down over me, stroking from my belly over my breasts to my collarbone. Jasmine’s touch is gentle enough not to cause my welts too much discomfort, but she’s inexorably determined and insistent enough to awaken me. I turn from Lotho-etsarra and stare plaintively at Jasmine. “Stop this!” I tell her in a quavering voice. “This is a direct order from a senior officer!” But she looks at me without a trace of an expression, like she’s drugged, and I see how profound the control of the slave implant can be over a human being’s will. Jasmine will follow his order to without question. She’s going to arouse me, and unless he stops her she’ll inevitably use me for her own climax as well. And this blind obedience is a living example of my destiny. Harry was nearly ready to cum, and there was no way he was going to waste his load in his pants. My strength isn't going up fast enough. She pulled harder and her fist popped out of the opening and almost came out of her mother's cunt entirely. “Well, the one on the left is for a walk-in freezer and the one on the right is for a walk-in refrigerator. Clint sank down on the chair between us, his arms slipping around our waists. Every time her son's manly bulge caught her eye, or Becky wore a shirt that demanded a bra, displaying a mirror image of Elizabeth's obscenely erect nipples, or she got ensnared by one of her daughter's enticing traps set for Jason, Mary killed her feelings with another pill and fortified the walls that held her in. "Nothing to be done with you until you spent some time at a whorehouse and “Oh, wow, that's amazing. The fight gone from her now. Isabelle advanced again and this time by gaining a momentum she managed to grab the Babes breasts of Nadia and stick her nails in the bruised flesh while twisting with all her strength. The only thing he was trucking was cocaine, from Miami to Atlanta. “How about now?” I couldn’t see anything, but I unmistakably heard gasps coming from all three. It was awesome” Sujata said dreamily. I watched the guy pull his head up from between a girl’s legs then mount over her then she grabbed his hard-on and pulled him to her. There is still another indian image Hardcore on her arm that I still can’t seem to find. 2. How would you characterize you deportment while being a visitor here? Without another word, she dropped to her knees, and pulled the pants of my track suit down. She pulled his arms around her, to stave off the cold of the evening, and in doing so he felt her other breast touch his arm. You're pretty cute too." “So why can’t you ask her? I reckoned that I wouldn’t get quick orgasms but they would slowly build then explode out of me. "......Good?" “No… Not Ben.” Steve came up behind me and thumped me on the back a couple of times. She headed home and I suspected the vibrator was going to get a trial run. Although I’m guessing that you’re both serial offenders and that it won’t be long before we see you again. I am humiliated. “Yes, but-” He was cheating on her with his own mother.