His hand cupped her barren labia and a finger invaded her. She grunted her discomfort, but it was a good kind of discomfort. He was her master and she... his plaything, and she loved it.He rose to a kneeling position and loosened his belt. She found his zipper and pulled it down. She was no longer merely surrendering to a strong male; she was actively participating in her own inevitable screwing. Already damp from his manually teasing her slit she was ready for him to take her.He loomed above her. The beings looked peaceful now in death. Their claws had retracted in one individual so this must happen to the rest too. Their paws looked a lot more like six fingered hands with two opposing thumbs.Any residual shield had left when they died so I cut a few of the beings open. It was not just morbid curiosity but to see where I should aim at some future date to kill or incapacitate.The crew wanted to put the heads on poles but I didn't allow it. I had seen it done to Humans but that didn't. I find women who will bring me a large profit when I sell them into slavery. I cannot do this openly. I have an employment agency that places women into secretarial positions in businesses. I do get a number of women who are better qualified to be secretaries than sex slaves. I do place them into businesses for that helps my cover story. I have developed a program that helps to rate a persons aptitude as a secretary or as a sex slave. I have one more appointment today. The woman rated very low. I was unaware of that her phone was with her bhabi. Her bhabi read the message and read the whole conversation in which we were talking about having and also how it started when I fucked her chut in coaching. When yasmeen came back her bhabi asked,Bhabi : who is sharik?(semi serious)Yasmeen: he is my teacher bhabi, what happened?Bhabi : and what he teaches you how to have a good fuck? And she showed our conversation.Yasmeen got scared, she started crying “Please bhabi bhai ko mat btana aap jo.