So we’re expecting the Slavers to be waiting the moment we open the steel door of the cavern. Ja-alixxe and I agree that rather than linger any longer than blowjob necessary in their gun sights, while that steel grille rattles up with its painful slowness, I will operate the lever opening the door, and then I’ll run back to jump into the ship, which Ja-Alixxe will already have moving. I have to trust that she won’t betray me yet again – the woman who kidnapped me, sold me to slave traders, and then pushed me into captivity a second time. But there’s no other way. gays Ja-Alixxe is the only one who can fly. When we make our move, the sandstorm sirens haven’t yet called to sound the all clear, but the noise of the tempest isn’t quite as thunderous as it was at its peak. We’re willing to gamble that the engines in this old crate won’t clog with sand and bring the ship crashing into the desert. As expected, after I hit the button to set everything in motion, the moment the door begins rolling up blaster bolts begin coming out of the red cloud towards us. I can’t see who is firing – only flashes of white as bright as lightning from within the murk. The sound of detonations where the bolts strike around us is even louder than the roaring ship’s engines. One blast hits the wall of the cave just above me and sharp splinters of rock rain down, but I move through the scattering debris purely on adrenaline and instinct. Military training and combat experience serves me well here. With urgency but no panic I run for the moving hatch of the ship. The main cavern door is already high enough by this point that the wind starts to buffet me, even this far back in the shelter of the cave. A blaster bolt hits the ship dead-on, but Ja-Alixxe has the front shield armed and the vessel merely recoils, almost crashing back against the rear wall of the cavern. Then the craft is rolling forward again. As the hatch gay passes in front of me a second time I throw myself in at a dive to land with a thud on the grilled floor of the ship. “I’m in, punch it!” I call to Ja-Alixxe, and I’m asian immediately tossed towards the back of the ship like a ragdoll by several gees of acceleration as she throttles the engines to full. I can hear the sound of blasts impacting the side of the ship and the noise of millions upon millions of threesome tiny grains of sand crashing into the shield at high speed from our plunge into the storm. I’m being thrown around the hold like I’m on a rodeo horse, and my shoulder slams painfully into an equipment panel, but I feel the least frightened I’ve been since I was captured, way back on the Republic cruiser. We might be about to disintegrate, but death here will be a mercy compared to sexual slavery. Then the noise of the sand stops, a moment later the firing stops, and our climb steepens. Ja-Alixxe must have switched on the artificial gravity, because suddenly I can get up and walk to the seat next to her up front in the cockpit. Moving is as easy as if I were on the ground. Standing by her side I look out at the panorama from the cockpit. The scene of the rapidly scrolling landscape of Aghara-Penthay falling away underneath us contradicts my sense of balance, which tells me I’m standing still. Ja-Alixxe performs a slow roll so the planet changes from underneath us to above. Ahead out the window the sky is already darkening. Thank the Gods. Space. On the complicated dashboard of instruments before our seats, the communications panel of the ship suddenly bursts into life. “Departing ship, this is Aghara-Penthay control,” but the authoritative voice never finishes its sentence. There is a deafening detonation and a burst of sparks as Ja-alixxe snatches the blaster (mine) from next to her, and shoots the panel. Fragments of circuit boards fly everywhere and acrid smelling black smoke rises from the burnt electronics. Her whole body shuddered and she quaked in my arms for several minutes. It sent chills down my spine. She was completely naked. He gripped her, held her, as the world spun around her. I focused my mind on the rabbit next to me, willing it to transform. One pumped away at the Hispanic MILF's cunt, fucking my friend's mother hard as asian she lay bent over her desk in her classroom. They just took over my body," she admitted. I remembered what I had said to Jake earlier. Miss Jones. Betsy and Sam stood to either side. I'm gonna jerk off in front of my daughter, wow. “Oh.. I would’ve preferred to be doing this part under better circumstances. He closed his eyes and brought his hand down to his cock, which had already started to harden in the warm sunlight. The second bell rings. I got in front blowjob of my mother and kissed her gay and brought her hands to my breasts and she began to squeeze them. “Oh Yavara, that’s not you,” Leveria laughed, “you look foolish when you make tortuous threats. It was the first time ever that Ronja tasted cum. It was gays a little wet, but not the flood that she knew was inside her. She was so petite, and flexible that I could manipulate her body and spread her legs in all sorts of ways to get better access to her fuck holes. She reached across me and released the passenger seat back and forced me backwards. “Mmm, yes!” groaned my mother. It’s all he threesome thinks about. “Yum,” purred Mom. Gently just poking the needle on the clit. Paused. You don't have to come over anymore." he said.