.our mission had been a routine exploration of a new solar system. The last thing I remember is being on the bridge when we lost...all power, and after that complete darkness, followed by the strangest sensation of weightlessness and being kneaded like piece of dough, sometimes dry, sometimes wet and a sticky warm wet feeling that went everywhere through every orifice and sent tingling sensations to all of my body ,then came what can only be described as forced yoga, during. You have to, too. Somehow.I'm vaguely conscious of your presence. It does not fill my head like it's supposed to. The fire's been reduced to a spark that needs to be fanned. Even when I look up into your dark eyes, it's a struggle to recognise the passion, compassion and primal lust in them. I miss your eyes. I miss your gaze. It gives me my worth, and I need to feel worthy today more than ever.Shutting my eyes, I shift slightly in my bonds. The cloth that binds my wrists to the old metal. You don’t slap me with your hands though, instead I feel the sting of the belt, one on each cheek followed by your tender caress. I shiver at your touch, but then you push my legs apart as far as the panties around my knees will allow. Your fingers move between my red cheeks and find my ball sack and you wrap your fingers around each ball stroking and then pinching each one. This makes me jump and I get another stinging slap from the belt on each cheek. I stop wriggling and your fingers now. I don't see anything that could go wrong." They better not!" She was still glaring at me when I gave the tickets to the man behind the counter. He gave Jennifer a glance when he took the ticket from my hand. "Your sister?" He asked in a low voice.I turned to glance at Jennifer, too. I couldn't understand why this stupid guy would think we were siblings. We had nothing in common. She was blonde and I had dark brown hair. Her eyes were blue and mine were brown. She was about three inches shorter.
Read MoreRelated Videos
