Someone to satiate their lusts and cook them food. I had always thought of myself as a strong, independent woman, not easily cowed or swayed. And yet,... Mark says one word and I begged to be his whore. I shivered in disgust."We should call the cops," Fiona was shouting."What good would that do?" Lillian demanded. "Master controls the police. Just be a good girl and calm down. You're one of their chosen women, I don't see what you're all worked up about?"Fiona flushed. "Some of us aren't sluts who. The pods that would be transferred to Sir Galahad remained attached to Asimov, which was orbiting near the space docks that were working on the damaged Sir Galahad, but not in a place where the battle damage could be seen from Asimov's bridge. The sight of the carnage that had been inflicted on the Confederacy vessel could give the Darjee crewmembers disabling anxiety attacks.The habitat pods were actually rather spacious, even when restricted by the dimensions of a colony transport ship's. I offered to rub her feet which she gladly accepted. I put one foot on my lap and slowly massaged her feet while she sunk lower into the sofa. My cock was now fully erect and just inches from her foot. Again her skirt rode up and I could see the top of her stockings. It was tough talking as I was taking in her smell and looking at her. I am not sure she noticed my growing excitement. My hands massaged her foot. I spent time massaging each toe, her heel and the ball of her foot. A low moan came. “I don’t care if you are dating my brother, Shamita,” I said, “I’m so hard all I want to do is take my cock out and masturbate. Knowing you’re wet just means i’ll cum that much faster.”I could tell by the look on her face she was totally torn. Part of her was incredibly aroused and wanted to keep going, the other part of her was completely unsure about doing anything with her boyfriend’s brother. Sometimes you can just feel what someone is thinking…and Shamita was sitting there wishing I was a.