“Shall we continue with the photos?” “There are enough photos like this, can we change the appearance?” “They’re your photos,” Darren ...replied weakly. Looking through the camera, he found the series of photos he had taken were all suitable for the yearbook. “I’d like to do some private photos, just for me rather than the yearbook - are you happy to take them?” “Sure, just tell me how you want them.” Darren choked out the response, all the while trying to ignore his hardened cock as it. He held the crystal to her throat, and started singing the song that Maiho had taught him. She tensed, and twisted with the pain. He was reminded of the time he had cut the arrow out of her. He sang and sang until he was hoarse, and only stopped when the light died within the crystal.“Illia are you alright? How are you feeling? How does your throat feel? Did it work?” he asked.With a shaking hand she pointed to the healing crystal.“The crystal is empty of vitality. It needs to be put in a light. “I can’t bring myself to join in. We’re supposed to be celebrating our last night alive, indulging in all of life’s pleasures, yet the idea of being eaten out by another submissive Crewmaster had me turning tail.”“I’m supposed to feel bad for you because you’re not in the mood for an orgy?” Cooper scoffed. “This is really professional behavior, by the way, throwing swinger’s parties on your warships. No wonder you’re fucking losing.”There was a chime from the door, Korbaz shouting for whoever. He warned me if I puked it up he would kick the shit out of me. I kept it down, but it took a lot of effort. His breath was hot and nasty smelling with all the alcohol he drank."I especially don't like little Betty Crocker whores dumping their sissy faggot, white babies, up here when they out turning tricks like yo momma. They ain't suppose to do that shit. Suppose to keep to yo own kind, she must be a nigger lover. I don't like cracker cunt, especially nigger loving cracker cunt." He now moved.