Priya rai

I have reached the Palace of Roses. 17 - Roses A redhead woman carrying a data pad, face-marked and dressed in the scarlet wrap of a slave of Aghara-Penthay, approaches us. She seems to be the hostess for the place, and keeping her head humbly lowered she bids Acheron welcome to the Palace of Roses. big Even over my adrenaline fueled heartrate I can feel pity for this creature – the first implanted female I’ve met close up. The wrap they’ve given her is not even long enough to cover the poor woman’s sex, and when I look down I can plainly see the lips of her pussy. Yet she seems to feel no shame about it. “I’m have an appointment - my slave is to play with Riyena, the Harken slut,” Acheron says to her and he forces a realistically cold grin. He’s a better actor than I’d have expected. “We have a room with complete privacy booked.” I nod my approval. I’m glad he emphasized that. We don’t want to risk Riyena calling out huge if she recognizes me. Our hostess checks her pad, and just for a moment I could believe there’s something odd, like an expression of shock. But a moment later that glimpse of something underneath has already gone and I convince myself I must have been mistaken, for she continues saying, “Yes, Master. The arrangements are exactly as you say.” “Have the Harken female delivered to my room for the entertainment,” Acheron orders, Hardcore ignoring our danger to convey a perfectly-acted confidence. “And perhaps tits if some of your girls could take my slave there as well? I’ll settle the payment here and be along in a moment.” “Of course, Master,” the receptionist agrees diffidently. Immediately I am indignant enough to risk nudging him with my elbow. This wasn’t the plan. There are advantages of me having time alone with Riyena to discover confidential information, but we agreed Acheron needs to be there too, in case he has to compel her against raising the alarm. “You’re meant to…” I’m saying, but he looks angrily at me and interrupts, “Silence, slave!” I grow crosser at him, mainly because he called me “slave”, and I glare openly at the man playing the part of my owner. Stupid beast of an unpacified male. He’s allowed to stay in character in front of the hostess, which will help avoid creating any suspicion I’m a Gaianesian. But he’s breaking from plan by leaving me alone with the Harken even for a second, and we’ll have words about this after the mission. What’s worse is than now he’s told me not to argue, I’m as good as gagged by the need to play the submissive role. “Of course, Master,” I eventually force myself to say, but letting a hint of sarcasm creep into my voice to show him I’m pissed, and alleviate the frustration I feel straight at having to once more that shameful word. He smiles at the girl and abruptly I understand why he’s acting so recklessly. Gods damn him, I bet he’s trying to impress the hostess. I hate unpacified males! But this is a minor hitch, and we are still progressing with the mission. Perhaps less than an hour, and I’ll already be back on the Bountiful Sluts. And as soon as we undock any humility can go out the window. Back in the present, the hostess gives an urgent call and a gaggle of red-wrapped girls spills out of the club. Each one would be considered pretty by human standards, average by Gaianesian. She instructs this mob in a whispered consultation. Misty’s answer was soft. She wrapped her arms around him, and they kissed passionately for a long time, holding each other and enjoying touching and being touched by a lover. The food smelled delicious. “Yes. Is that supposed to be good news? She shut off the radio, and then rolled up the windows, creating a prolonged silence that somehow seemed even worse. In fact, the Ofanians in general seemed to be a very… lively bunch. She almost moaned many times before they Hardcore got inside the house. He definitely wouldn't consider a wanton slut who 'sucked strangers cocks,' any sort of marriage material! I thought sex was supposed to be fun and exciting. She screamed out in pain. My girlfriend back home had no idea how much I was clubbing, straight although she knew I liked to go out with my friends she had no idea how much I was going out. At the booth behind them I see 4 heads just over the top and watching the boys and J. They are nudging each other and laughing like drunks at a party. "What they would think, they would think I'm some perv." She speaks, “you want some breakfast?”, I reply, “hell yeah”. But there always seems to be a line.” Philip laughed again. She protested and offered up a string of profanity, but it did her little good as she was huge firmly escorted to the exit. I caressed her face, bent down and kissed her passionately to take away her fear. She liked Tim, who had been working with the ME’s office for about as long as she had. Riya’s Mom had no reason to suspect. big I just had to— I am going to get it.” In the case of the royals and few of the priestesses this pleading is more panicked. “What you want?” a big dark guy asked. “Just relax and enjoy,” I purred. “‘Daddy, I want your cock. I had lunch as soon as they tits opened and was thinking about Brittany. Lucas too had WhatsApp open. Becky collapses on Monie , with every touch they shudder just a little from the I normally would not have ever thought of going into such a store but that night, I was horny, frustrated and curious. She then flashed on Larry and how he first introduced her to the thrill of prick teasing. "What- what are you?"