All virgins above a certain age are required to participate. The prize is a night with the supreme leader and a life of perpetual luxury after that. T...here are even more rewards if they should become pregnant. She said that they were 3 of the 'lucky' winners from her planet. She said that 90 virgins are selected at one time from a particular planet and shipped to to Reglazia to await the call to service. The lottery rotates among the planets, so the supreme leader never runs out of prospects.". ." A fight? No fight, Mick, he's just having a love affair with the bottle." Ah, well, you know Freddie? He always liked a beer now and again." Mick, you don't know the half of it. I know he likes a beer with his buddies. I don't have a problem with that. But every night drunk? I mean, really drunk? That's not Freddie. I've told him to come back when he's dried out. I'm not standing by and watch that man destroy himself in front of my eyes. I'm not going to do that... oh, Mick..." Terry turned. She was sure that her Egg and phone sex weren’t in there.Neither of them could object to The Egg; he’d given it to her, and she had used it. The phone sex was equally consensual, and she liked the way it had brought him to express himself verbally.She hugged his arm. She had liked the Craig she had taken upstairs to her apartment -- her Sasha apartment -- the first time. The one in bed with her now had changed at least twice, and both those changes had been for the better.The next day, Craig. ”“Weeellll ... Just thought I’d be polite,” he replied with a sly wink. “Eating up your gal’s pie got my old dog really jealous for a taste,” he added, shaking his hips so that his girthy cock swayed from side to side over Erika’s exposed lips. A viscous drop of precum swung from the tip as he did, indicating that it was indeed ready for a meal.“Yeah, he’s drooling for it,” I said with a lump in my throat. “I guess you’d better feed him,” I replied with a wink.He returned the wink. “I’ll get it.