Terror eases as I finally permit myself to believe that I have survived my first close encounter with the Hunters without being captured. I must now put this place with its trap behind me, mentally and physically. Jackran-ad-aktar will search more thoroughly on threesome a second visit, if there’s still a Runner’s signal coming from the same wrecked building. I would not deserve to escape a second time if I’d been so foolish. 13 - japan First The hunting group moved away perpendicular to my route towards the mountains, so once my close call is over I proceed with growing confidence, creeping steadily from building to building to building. In this manner I have continued for what I estimate to be a couple of hours. The sun has passed its peak in the sky and is beginning to descend. The temperature on the surface of Aghara-Penthay is not as oppressive as it was. By late afternoon I am obliged to hydrate again, so I whisper for another of the semen-laden canisters. This one is even more viscous than its predecessor. I try not to japanese think what I’m swallowing while I drink, but the unwanted image of some gross hairy male ejaculating into the container enters my mind, unbidden, and I do properly retch - regurgitating half of the contents into a wet puddle on the sandy ground. Drinking sperm is not the only demeaning task demanded by my human body. I need to urinate as well. I’m sure I’m on camera the whole time of my Run, but I want the illusion of privacy anyway, so I duck into the concrete shell of a building the size of a small hut before squatting down and pulling my tightly stretched shorts down to my thighs. They didn’t provide us with underwear to accompany our Running costumes, so my sex is immediately exposed. I am not yet used to the absence of the neat pubic hair which protected my genitals, so even in the warm air of the desert I am conscious of the open, receptive fleshy lips of my pussy. The rubbery protrusion that constantly rubs my clit has been doing its job. I only climaxed a few hours ago, in my interview in front of the whole galaxy, but already between my legs is the distracting tingling that has been my companion since the Slavers processed me. I might be able to get through tonight without masturbating, but if what Leesha told me is true I’ll bisexual need to relieve myself at the latest by tomorrow evening. For now I merely urinate, relaxing the muscle of my bladder with relief, and hearing the gentle trickle as my piss flows onto the ground. All the while that I empty myself I cautiously keep watch, one arm propping me against the rough concrete wall so asian I don’t overbalance and tumble into my own mess. But no-one disturbs me, there are no threatening noises, and without incident I pull my shorts back up. Once again my sex is hidden. Once again the bumps inside begin to tease my clit. I stand, and continue my progress, from cover to cover across the plain. I am doing well, already nearing the edge of the bowl where the rocky sides climb high up to the peak. The sun is getting very low in the sky now and long shadows spill across the plain, creating illusions of flickering movement. It’s then that it happens. The noise is so sudden I almost jump out of my skin, my heartrate instantly doubling. So loud, and from so close it’s like she’s right next to me, comes the sound of a woman moaning in intense sexual congress. I could be beside her, but at the same time the noise coming from the sky and echoing off the rocky mountain sides around me. My heart, slowing from the scare, knots with sympathy now. I know what this means. I look up to see a vast screen, holographically projected into the very air, depicting a scene in full color, high definition. I shoot the biggest load ever straight into her little pussy. 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Well, my father does not to take me shopping for underwear, so he would give me money and I bought what I wanted. asian Carol’s gorgeous cunt was on display, and her smokey black stockings gripped delicately to her pale white skin. A dildo placed in it, locked securely along with a hole and a place for a lock. However - deep down Richard knew there was something japan else.