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2 - Visitor All the way back to my quarters, I seethe at the general. How dare he? One of the main reasons I joined the space fleet was because the Republic believes in the equality of women. Back when I signed up even fewer women had made it into the fleet, so I worked hard to show everyone Hairy that being female was no handicap, and equality was correct. I was determined to do as well as a man, and I what’s more I wasn’t going to be one masturbation of those who set her career aside to mother babies. As I rose higher through the ranks and members of my sex became even rarer, being the first woman breaking down barriers became a point of pride to me. I would be an example to other girls, showing them that the Republic space fleet was asian a great career. All that toil has just been proven futile, in one ten minute interview. The general’s high-handed dismissal showed me that nothing had changed for women, over all these centuries. Because I am female, someone passed a particular set of chromosomes before I was born, I am being treated differently. Because I am female, I cannot reach my full potential. Because I am female, I am a seen as prize, a trophy. I will no longer be given the chance to fight men as an equal – they will fight over me while I remain docile and passive. The victor will give me commands, and will do with me as he wishes. The general thinks he is protecting me, as though he understands the situation better than I do. All he is doing is demeaning me with his treatment. And being ordered into hiding was not even the greatest insult I just received. How dare he advise me Solo to go and get laid? I thought he was patronizing me by taking care of someone he sees as a female unable to look after her herself, but interfering in my private life is far worse. Some of my anger is also directed at myself, because my reactions gave away that I’m a virgin, japanese in front of the slave girl who enjoyed every moment of my embarrassment, when I should have behaved calmly. God damn, some days I wish I’d been born a man. “Are you a lesbian or something?” the general had asked me. He’d never have asked a male subordinate if they were queer. It just so happens I’m not, or at least I’ve never spent time thinking about it, but that’s my personal business. The only reason I have my cherry is because I have more important concerns than my sexuality. Pausing, I sigh, leaning against a window to look at the complex form of the cruiser, and several smaller ships docked alongside to load supplies. One of these might be Koshkeen, here to smuggle me into seclusion as though I’m a nun. While my breath fogs the window glass I face up to the honest truth that I’m lying, even to myself. Okay, so I have been concerned about my sexuality – hetero with a hint of bi – but my shameful secret is that my body’s sensitivity is what really deters me from intimacy. The few times I’ve touched myself the response of my body – flaring into passion – makes me feel like there’s a sexual animal inside me that could claim me utterly once it was released. First and foremost I’m a Colonel in the Republic fleet. I can’t let myself be reduced to something so aroused I cry out uncontrollably. I’m strong, not a woman who can be made desperate to orgasm. So my limited sexual encounters have always been kept strictly to my terms. I gave head to a guy at boot camp, swallowing his slimy seed like I’d heard girls were supposed to do. I made out with a few guys, but as soon as they dared their hands inevitably would stray to my breasts, wanting to play with nipples that are almost as responsive as my more intimate place. I’d push them away, and they’d call me cold. Always the same pattern with roaming hands and me fighting off the advances, until later on I was able to use my rank as a shield. I was relieved when the requests for dates finally stopped. But still they look. They always look. Here was a young girl of 18, barely legal and bursting with youthful charm, utterly within his power, for now at least. Deen realized a stage had come where he communicated with her bodily needs very directly. I don’t think I’m supposed to like that.” I didn’t masturbation think you would Solo call. Just a dirty whore.” JAMES GOES TO ALASKA: With a finger she scooped some of it up and rubbed it across my lips telling me to suck. “Yes you can TT, just pretend that they aren’t there.” He was about ten years older than Amy, and I am sure it was her tits that captured his heart. I WANT japanese YOU !!!” I yelled out as all suddenly I felted an surge of energy go surging though my body as my orgasm ripped though my body with such force it caused my body to shake. The waitress just looked at her oddly and asked her. By then my pussy had just about closed so I got the little vibe out of my bag and pushed it up my hole. At least I have a little time, Melissa thought. I have never had sex with another woman, nor do I want too, but we had, and still have a strong friendship. It was supposedly from the 17th century. She gasped and bucked. I walked away from his hand and without looking Hairy down at him, I stepped forwards, the sideways so that my butt was right in front of him. After a couple of asian thrusts, I removed my cock from her mouth, pushing her backwards on the bed. I had an old ball in my drawer and went to get it. She knelt beside me at my waist and unscrewed the top and squirted oil over my belly. Her light pink robe was tied tight across her waist, but still managed to show generous cleavage. Before I could process what had happened the white VR display began showing images, cock and cum, sissy and slave, fucking and fucked, the sound in my mind now told me what was happening, I was an obedient slut, a piece of fuckmeat and property of my new master. “How old do you want her to be?” Tony said. But I had a strange sensation. I grasped her right hand with both of mine, beginning to touch her.