It is the power of this woman’s conviction as much as the need to know about Gara that makes my decision. I feel a surge of patriotic fervor, and certainty that my planet’s way of life is the right one. Snapping to attention I give her the Gaianesian salute. “When do I leave?” 6 – Preparations Riyena’s asian auction date is only ten standard republic days ahead, so we have to move rapidly if I’m to be escorted to the Hub before it is too late. So over the next few days I witness the proud might of the Gaianesian military machine in action when under the Hairy greatest secrecy, different ministries and departments are bought into the plan. First, there is the matter of getting me to Aghara-Penthay. Most of the women who betray our sex, by deliberately seeking to go to the Hub and temporarily debasing themselves - the so-called “Tourist Slaves”, depart from a starbase orbiting the cartel controlled planet of Merlon. This choice is a matter of pragmatism. There is no direct contact between law-abiding Republic worlds and rapacious Aghara-Penthay. japanese Merlon is the most convenient planet outside Republic space, yet still being on the main hyperspatial travel routes. A den of vice almost as low as Aghara-Penthay, Merlon Starbase makes much of its profits by being the departure point for those en-route to its foul neighbor. Shiploads of men take off, many per day, to seek the pleasures of cheap slave flesh forced to serve every conceivable taste. The less well-to-do female travelers join these flights, hence the ferries accruing the nickname “Tramp Shuttles”, and are allocated an owner from amongst the crew or sometimes the passengers – whoever finds the woman most to his liking. Women with only the means for these trips are frequently abused from the moment of departure – raped and abused by their owner and their fellow passengers – and it is common for the more valuable or attractive females to find themselves sold to the Slavers, rather than enjoying the return trip home they’d expected. The more affluent female masochistic, or woman simply ghoulish enough to want to visit Aghara-Penthay, hires the services of one of Merlon’s licensed escorts. These business’s livelihood relies on their reputation with female tourists, so offer a greater chance of a safe return home. Escorts also offer a more bespoke experience – want to visit a particular location? The escort will take the woman there. Licensed escorts advertise a no-rape guarantee from the host (unless the woman wants that experience too) but she puts herself just as completely in his power Fingering as any slave girl does her owner, and when she happens to be desirable – betrayals still happen. There is an agent friendly to Gaianesia who works as one of these escorts. His name is Acheron Doe. Despite being a Gaianesian, I will submit to being owned by this male. I will submit to a male fetish named Acheron Doe. "No" she replied. She Hairy swore that it was bigger and harder than normal and she could feel fetish it twitch in her hand as it spurted pre-cum on her thigh. As with the first time we did this we didn’t erupt in a frenzy of passion or an overheated destruction of the bed. He wanted her to be so close that she would be willing to do anything. She moaned, softly at first, then more loudly as he caressed her, bringing her quickly and easily to her first orgasm. “Manny, you sound weird,” Wanda giggled. He stared down at her puffy pink lips where they were asian split by his own invading shaft and began to rock himself back and forward again, feeling emboldened by the caress of her slick love tunnel as he tries to shut japanese out all the other distractions. This allowed Katie to prop up on her elbows and looked down at Jake’s spent cock removing itself from her pussy. POP! If anything, he was thrusting into her even harder. “Xochitl!” Mom said, sounding firm. Her cherry tore before me. I buried to the hilt in her hot, tight, spasming twat. Are you Fingering a lesbian?” Denise replied.