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Here on Gaianesia human women are not permitted outside the Subardin enclave unescorted, so Red Duchess’s team have to make a pretense of accompanying me, to avoid other Gaianesians believing I’m an illegal. Luckily I’m assigned Hoola as my companion, and as the hours count down towards launch she is better able to calm my mounting nerves. I have an embarrassing meeting with a medical officer. Gaianesian women can fall pregnant at almost any time in our cycles, and the successful outcome of my Subardin visit means I spanking have to blushingly seek contraception. Furthermore, although I have no intention of having sexual contact with anyone on Aghara-Penthay, it’s better to be protected against all eventualities. For example, all kinds of alien forms visit the Hardcore Hub, and Gaianesian women are genetically compatible for cross-breeding with males of one species called the Garnasti – aliens whose sperm can be transferred by merely touching the skin. The pill they give me will keep outdoor me safe for only two days – the same time as my markings will be concealed. Its hormones make me feel nauseous. Unfortunately for me, coming from a world where reproduction is endorsed only through careful selection, it will go forever on my medical records that I’ve consulted a medic about sexual encounters outside the official programs. Not even those serving in the secret defense organizations are above this law. By receiving treatment, I’ve taken the first steps in the eyes of Gaianesian society in being labelled as an aberrant female, one accepting and maybe even approving of strong, unpacified males. If only I could explain that the truth is the opposite. My trip to Subardin quenched any curiosity about men. I never want to be near an erect penis again after my night on the Pride of Torconi. With what free time I have remaining, I make love to Hoola with a desperate intensity, burying my face in her pussy and wishing I could be surrounded now and forever only by the female. I can admit I am dreading teen the prospect of the Slavers’ Hub and the things that might happen to me if something goes wrong. This must be endured though, for Gara’s sake. I must find out what’s happened to her, and if there’s a chance Riyena has the information, it’s worth risking my own safety. So when time runs out for me to depart, I summon all my courage and conquer my mounting nerves. I don a regulation grey flight suit that will be my last clothing before the silken wrap of a slave girl. Then I let myself be escorted to the shuttle, feeling more like a condemned prisoner than a hero of my planet. I look around the familiar architecture and scenery of my homeworld trying to reassure myself all will be well. In only a day pov I will be back here with no lasting damage but the bracelet and bad memories. She said he actually kind of liked it, and she would do spanking it for me again some time. She rolled onto her back and spread her legs. Her eyes were closed, her mouth open, holding her breath, her pussy was spasming as if it was trying to pull me in outdoor deeper. Crews were rolling up air hoses, collecting tools, stashing extra tires, stowing gear and preparing to load and strap down race cars, but the pov work lacked the pre-race energy and excitement. My thighs tremble as I look into Bell’s eyes. The rain is supposed to stop soon. Don’t you want to get a good look at it?” Her right hand is behind my back. CRASH! Life had been a struggle bringing Hardcore Henry up on her own after he had told her he wanted a divorce and walked out. Her green eyes center around her young fresh face. Hell, I’d go skinny dipping now, with you.” Then proceeded to strip off her shorts, which revealed a black thong. They’ll call you on Monday or Tuesday. Her hand stroked my face, her digits making me whimper. “Meaning you couldn’t have intercourse with her.” “Absolutely,” said teen Conner, “that's how some of the newer animations are done.” Jill asks, “Mom, whom would you like to help you shop for furniture?” She kept me laughing all the time.