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“I know this is particularly difficult for people from your world,” Acheron says more gently when he sees the effort I’m making, “but remember why you’re here and don’t forget to address me as ‘Master’” Another man passes close by, returning to his table. Keeping my gaze down at Acheron’s chest in a way that I hope seems deferential, fuck I shelve sexy my principles and force myself to reply, “Yes, Master.” There. I’ve said it, to a male, for the first time in my life. I feel faint with the wrongness of what I’ve just done. I’ve committed an offense that on Gaianesia could risk my being banished to Subardin. It is a disgrace for any woman to flaunt such a deeply held taboo. Each sex traitor weakens women’s rights across the galaxy, but I betrayed the rest of womanhood anyway, just to find news of my sister. But humbling myself that once is nowhere near enough to get me through a voyage on a tramp shuttle. Acheron relaxes back into a large black vinyl couch, and as I automatically move to take my place at his side I’m reminded that women aren’t allowed on the furniture. “Unless you’re planning to sit in my lap,” he says with an amused smile, “which I suspect you’re not, you have to stand or kneel on the floor.” No, I’m certainly not intending to sit in his lap. But I don’t want to grovel on the floor like some humble servant either, and it’s unbearable to remain on my feet. While I’m standing my wrap flaps about me, making me feel as open as if I actually am naked below the waist. Oh, this is even worse than indian I girl imagined. Indecisive, I clutch my arm around my middle, and try to close the gap at my exposed side. “No way!” a loud male voice interrupts from nearby. “That honey we met on Merlon is over there in a slave wrap!” I’ve automatically looked across, too late to avoid meeting the delighted gaze of the blond haired young man who blocked my way at the ass starbase. My heart sinks, and I wish the floor would swallow me Nipples up. Please no, not them. Of everybody, why do those guys have to see me like this? “How did you trick her into a wrap?” he says with awe to Acheron. “I’d never have pegged her as a submissive. And just look at those legs…” Again I pull futilely at the lower hem of my clothing as though it might somehow stretch enough to cover my cream limbs, while Acheron leans back with a lazy shrug, playing the role of sleazy escort better than I’m acting willing female. “Does your slave have fantasies of a gang bang?” one of blondie’s group asks Acheron, as though I can’t answer for myself. “We’ll pay fifty credits for a session with her, if that’s why she’s here.” For the second time it is a male who must step in and save me. “Her name is Rosila, and she’s not here for a gang bang. When we get to the Hub she already has an appointment,” Acheron answers calmly. She giggles as she pushes me into the shower stall. Dominion pulled her away, holding her off the ground with his other hand likewise around her throat. Not again. WE'RE GOING TO BE LATE" I look back at my guest again fuck and see him sitting on the little bench seat with his seat belt, he is wearing a seat belt after everything that they tried to do to him, he might need reminding of who he is and ass he’ll get it when we get home. I knew I shouldn’t cum inside her, yet she pleaded so desperately. “Hayley!” He called out, spotting her. "Oh yes! John indian finally finishes his third Fatburger, all his fries and not one but two chocolate shakes. I looked at the clock and we still had an hour and a half sexy to go till Dave came home. So, Paul picked them up to Nipples spend the weekend with them and they were invited to just hang out and play around the girl yard for the first day and afternoon.