These are brutal industrial structures of grey concrete, pipes, steel and rock, and after only a short time I already miss plants, color or artwork that give a place some warmth. The implanted Gaianesians disrobe in a large space like a hanger, standing only in their regulation white panties and vests. Guards move among them collecting the jumpsuits for disposal, whispering lewd comments to the most desirable and groping one or two. It’s cool in here, and I wish I was permitted more clothing. The chill has kept my nipples erect since we landed here, meaning my breasts are attracting even more attention than usual. I keep stealing curious indian glances at Riyena, for she appears as I’ve never seen her before. With there being shapeshifters among the male prisoners, the prison authorities were obliged to take measures to avoid escape attempts by changing identity. Thus the entire habitable complex is blanketed with an EM field which suppresses shapeshifter nerve activity, meaning that those like Riyena are forced to remain in their true form. So the woman who has caused us so much suffering, I see in her real shape for the first time. Her species are entirely hairless, with a green tinted skin patterned like scales and only vestigial ears, giving her a slightly reptilian appearance. Riyena is unnaturally thin and has a bald head, but remains feminine in spite of that. The unchangeable shape of her hips and her skull are as womanly as they were in her Harken guise, and her breasts are round, with nipples that protrude like mine. For some reason I’d always assumed we were similar in age, but from the signs of ageing skin I’d put her years closer to forty in the galactic reckoning. She has a strong resolute expression, except when my Master glances her way and then she lowers her eyes. “Ladies!” bellows the drill sergeant. “Stand to attention to welcome your owner – Governor Sour of the Cancis Rock prison facility.” Every single implanted women including me stands tall, and looks to the man whose word is now life and death. I can tell immediately that Governor Sour is not a man to mess with. He has the same manner as Salarin – that of someone with little empathy – a man who doesn’t shrink from making brutal choices. Sour is in his fifties but with a full head of grey hair. He has a weathered face with a hooked nose and a hard expression. Taking his place on a podium, he looks imperiously down on those who are his possessions. “Ladies,” he says in a strong, authoritative voice. I made it a point to avoid her as much as possible so the only time I saw her was when I picked up the kids every Friday to take home with me for the weekend. Jill has worn the same perfume since the day I married her. Me: I better head home and deal with this. I found myself slowly jerking my rod and drooling over my shirt as my mind treated me to a little taste of sinful heaven. A blush ran up her face, and she made to pull him in for another kiss, but found her arms were held fast by the fabric of her swimsuit, still tightly around her arms. I was in my mothers garage! 9:45 “Seriously Jessica you’re going to just go party while I’m stuck home?” Rita smiled “ok let’s call Bru and see if the guys are ok with this”. He growled, his voice so throaty. He seemed very calm, almost amused, as he started the conversation. He clumsily unbuttoned her blouse and as it fell open he realized she didn’t have on a bra. “It is the same poison,” the lamia yowled. Nita had put lotion on her front and was watching James apply it to her mother back and then Sarah had just lay down for him to put it on her. Week commencing December 7 You slowly slip two fingers inside your anus as you gasp loudly. She hunched where she knelt, watching me with a caged animal’s tension. Some even came out of my nose. Sadie wanted to straighten something out in the back before leaving and she slid the door open and bent over the seat to move the bin back. He searched her eyes. The scene he had witnessed had aroused him to the outmost. What’s up, my man?” Tom said both disgusted and shocked. (Please no, I feel so horny) indian I considered grabbing Baxter’s cock to see how it feels in my hand, but unfortunately most of it was already sheathed and Baxter got up to drop off from the sofa and do something else. "I can not bring Roy due to rules about importing animals. When Stacey let out a scream the girls knew it was time to attend their slave sister and went running. She bounced between us. Sara lay on her back, Tara on her side. Her pants came faster and deeper. "Better humour her," the priest said in a whisper, "Actually she bangs quite nicely for an old bird." So, um…. Moreover, I had to be hands-on in assisting Vilja to heal the others’ wounds, which of course only frustrated me more. That's a treat.” “Come, let's get you wedded.” As Jim slowed down, he slowly retracted his cock from my now gaping, wrecked ass hole.