It was a fatal oversight, for the Slavers certainly noticed. Perhaps it’s because her voluptuous perfection is fleshier than her fellow Runners that she’s the only one chosen for the dreaded grey scarf - a woman suitable for those species who enjoy sentient females as food. Even if Laure survives the Run, her political japanese career is over. She has a slave mark on her face – she’ll never have the respect of her male colleagues again. She even worked closely with Palonae who also was one a senator and advocated the rights of women. In front of an audience of trillions though, Laure chooses to violate her personal friend rather than endure a shaming herself. Next there’s Cassarinie “Cass” Ridath, a gorgeous alternative comedienne with pouting lips and a full cleavage. She became famous across the galaxy for the scathing sassy observations she made about the inadequacies of men. Wagner wasn’t a fan. His opinion is that that the funniest thing she’s done in her career is fucking the helpless Palonae. With a green breeder’s scarf tied to her wrist, Cass is reminded that if she’s caught there’s going to be a lot more fucking in her future. “Keep your minds on the job, girls,” Klink interrupts. At the head of his cock I briefly, hungrily touch Tits’ lips, before making descending kisses back to the base of his shaft. I’m oriental beginning to think that not one woman is going to spare the princess’s pussy until Twisted Elle, the lead singer of radical feminist punk band “Bitch Factory” takes to the stage. Like the others she’s in this year’s Runner uniform - a leotard, the color of the Aghara-Penthay sand, and loose camo pants in desert pattern. Army boots make it look much like a military battle dress. It’s modest compared to the Runner costume selected in most years, although not entirely without humiliation - the hairy pussy Runners are denied underwear so each woman has to show the outline of her nipples through the clinging thin fabric. Elle always seems so sexually aggressive I’d assumed some negative experience must have turned her against men, but she carries the white hard fuck virgin scarf, as well as the red pleasure scarf indicating her new purpose will be to entertain men between the sheets. She’s also the first to carry the blue scarf, of a woman whose sexual preference is for other females. The choices are barely out Wagner’s mouth before Elle is pulling the shoulder straps down over her arms. She gives a deliberate shrug as she shoves the costume down to her waist exposing rather childlike small breasts with unusually rose-pink areola. Twisted Elle used to be covered in tattoos like most of the girls in Bitch Factory, but the Slavers have withdrawn her right to self-expression during processing. The skin around her shoulders and arms has been restored to fresh cleanliness. There is only one mark permitted on her – the swirling pattern of the slave imprint on the side of her face. She’ll carry this for life even if she’s the winner. Oddly they’ve left her punk hair – spikes dyed a glowing blue shade. Perhaps the Slavers thought it necessary to keep her identifiable. Hardcore Sex Or perhaps they decided to leave it in case she’s caught, as it might please her owner to decide what to do with it. When Elle reveals her chest there is a roar of abusive shouts from the male audience. She is called a slut, a whore, and she’s mocked for her breasts being undersized. This doesn’t seem to faze her though, quite the opposite. She was now kneeling at the edge of the bed, straight up with her legs apart facing the mirror, and me. Her mouth and lips were all wet with saliva and she drew the back of her hand across her face to wipe them dry. But I figured we’d heard the end of it. I grab the other pillow and hug it. He took a few of her doing twirls she then pulled out a sexy little number, which included a too short tight black clubbing dress "Shh.” He looked around. There's a picture of my wife on the dresser. Better get snappy, I wandered into the kitchen, found the largest knife there and cut my jugular. She is making lots of profit as she is cross-branding so people who are flying into town, can get picked up in a limo or town car and taken to a Pinetree to stay while in hairy pussy town. “And you stay shaved. I could not resist having those big hands on my dick, so I said, “yes, please, that would be nice, I would like it.” He put some of the lube on his right hand and grabbed my now softening little erection with that big hand and squeezed it gently, I almost came immediately – his hands were so big compared to my ‘shaft’ that he could not move them up and down in the usual motion. P.s thought you might like these photos of me with Jermaine and Chris to help your imagination. "A definite 5," he gasped. Brad and Lorraine had apparently told the group of their sexual encounter. I kept pushing him forward. “I’ll stop reminding you when you stop using it as an example of Hardcore Sex a good time.” I replied, standing back up and offering her a hand. "Oohh, Martha please." she wailed as her legs almost buckled. I knew my own climax was near and began to push my bottom back into Daniel's crotch to get every last length of him into me. My legs began to tremble and I realised I was about to lose control. It felt heavy to stand up cuz he was no lightweight. You had your chance to get off.” It's a good thing they had as fast a Humvee as they hard fuck did. No doubt Emily was used to these sort of evenings having travelled on the ship many a time before but Tracey found the men’s behaviour to be only slightly higher than that of a savage and she spent the nights sitting quietly around the table pretending to be interested in the men’s inane tittle tattle. "He appears to almost be brain dead," Ruslan stated as he clapped oriental his hands, snapped his fingers in the man's face. She stared up at him in uncertainty. Knowing they will probably be caught they put huge amounts of lube in their pussy and ass to make it easier to take the very large cocks that will be raping them. Dozens and dozens of them filled her. I want that smelly cunt japanese to look pristine when you’re done with it!” he bellowed. I stood on the sidewalk at the south end of the Sundar Nagar Garden. “What a nice surprise.” She whispered. I'd never heard you swear before so I was pretty shocked and turned on. "What's a release?"