Her eyes locked on my shaft.“But, like I said, I’m Becky. It’s nice to meet you, makeup girl. This is my futa-dick.” I parted my pussy lips wi...th my other hand, my silky folds drinking in the feel of my fingers. “See, I have a pussy, too. Now drop those panties, and I’ll squirt a nice, big load of cum into your pussy.”“My pussy?” she squeaked.“Don’t you want to be bred by me?” I asked.Her blue eyes widened. Saying the B word around women in heat always did something to them. It tripped some sort. I was out of the room before I thought to ask whom they had sent into my room. Richard Rogers just laughed at me when he saw I’d been ejected from the cabin.“The mess is still open,” Rogers announced over his shoulders as he walked into my room with a tray of food plates.“Thanks,” I mumbled, not really feeling upset.Of course, it was a set up. All the women I knew from the Tree Loft, sensor techs and communication specialists, that at one time or another had danced with me, were waiting for me.. I took off all my clothes while Jen got us towels. She just took of her sweatpants and began to rub herself. It wasn't as stimulating as I thought it would be while she was getting towels. I had to think about someone else just to keep me hard. Jen watched me with an intense stare as she rubbed herself harder and faster. She climaxed quickly and then before I could finish...she asked me to stop. I was working myself over pretty good trying to cum but she shut me down. Jen went to the bathroom. “You sit, not talk,” Natalie said, “I go now, have other work.” The throbbing of the welts across my bottom escalated when I tried to sit on the hard seat but the guards openly laughed at my discomfort. One had a little sympathy for me and refastened the cuffs in front of my body and actually put my shoes on but I think that was more so he could get a good look at my cunt. He pushed my knees wide apart and made me sit like that although I gradually inched them together again. A non-uniformed.