Miku Tanaka Nice Japanese Doll Gets Part1

I look up from my bout of self-loathing and I’m gripped by fear. One of Salarin’s underlings, across by one of the buildings, is standing watching me. How long has he been looking? I think to break eye contact too late. The man calls out and I feel myself shrink in my bonds. He public shouts an order, inaudible to me over the distance between us. Tears prick in my eyes, and I pull with my arms, again trying to draw my hands free through my bindings. Please japanese help me no, my body surely can’t survive more rape. I have my head humbly down, but inexorably he approaches me anyway. There might be some alien blood in this one, for he is unnaturally tall, almost asian seven feet high, and he’s very thin. It’s as though someone took a normally proportioned man and stretched him upwards. His skin is mid-brown and without trace of him needing to ever shave, but his hair and eyes are jet black. He stands close to me, where Salarin did before I was tortured, and then cups the underside of my left breast in his hand, the one with sperm dried on it, jiggling it up and down to test my weight and firmness. He releases me. “Melena de Santo,” he says in a voice that is soft and high-pitched, almost like a woman’s whisper. “You stink of cum like outdoor a bedroom in a brothel. No one will want you when you smell like a five credit whore.” It’s not my fault, but his words sting me anyway. The dark willowy man turns from me then and walks back to the buildings. He shouts something, too quietly for me to hear. I’m scared that he’s ordering me punished for my lack of hygiene, but his instruction soon turns out to be to another purpose. A slave girl comes hurrying from the hut. The tall man gestures to her, and then points to a different building. She disappears inside, following his directions. A minute later she re-emerges, carrying a bucket and some other paraphernalia. The female hurries across towards me. She’s dressed, this one, in the brief red slave wrap open at her left side. I don’t recognize her although she reminds me of Jasmine. She’s young, early twenties probably, blonde, and quite pretty. Without a word the woman squeezes a sponge in the bucket, and crouching down in front of me she begins to clean me intimately with soapy water. The water is warm, and the brushing of the sponge is initially not unpleasant. But when she reaches the lips of my pussy I have to cry out with pain. Please no, I’m so sore – it will be sheer voyeur torture if another man forces his way into me. I start shaking while she washes my sex, an uncontrollable display of my weakness. She gently places a hand on my thigh to soothe me, but does not stop her work. “Help me,” I plead, looking down at her crouched form, and hear that my voice is hoarse. "Very good Susan, you're very good, I would say a “Good, how much do we owe you, and how do I pay you?” I asked. It asian still wasn't right, so I erased the thought. It pays off really. Rhy put her hands on around Leona's hips and held her there so their spent futanari dicks could rub together. The streets are safe to walk at night, and really doesn’t have any public crime. I made my way to the door and tipped the bouncer a Benjamin to cut the line. We were supposed to be spending the day at the beach but had only been there two hours. Tight, flat tummy, a sweet little bubble of a butt, and nice tits, not too big, but definitely on display. Bobby and Sammy will be cooking japanese and telling their tales of being in the outdoor voyeur military.