"I am Ling Lee; I am best headliner in all of Paris, I want you with me tonight."Joe covered Val's hand, "Sweetheart?" You want me to go on stage with... her, Joe?" No, darling, she doesn't want you to join her on the stage. She wants you to go with her. Its part of the evening's entertainment. I can send her away. I don't want to make you feel uncomfortable sweetheart," he whispered.Val caressed his face and said: "No, Joe. I know you want it for me. I won't spoil your evening." Her other hand. The way her eyes glossed over in her moments of purest pleasure sent my blood racing and pounding through my veins. She was in me and I could do nothing but take her and own her and claim every bit of her, inside and out. I had to have her, there was no two ways about it, and my very being demanded it. It was foolish of me, to love her so deeply already, foolish and stupid and a sure setup for heartache, but I didn’t care. I was what I was, and I could no more deny my hunger to possess her than. They both forcibly made me stood and removed the salwar I was bottomless with only the kurti on with deep neck and no bra. The guy with the dagger put it inside my cleavage and started tearing my kurti towards my pussy.When he was done my kurti was open and I was stark naked in the park under a tunnel in front of two unknown men in only shorts. I covered my breasts and pussy with both hands.They started kissing me all over the body. Slowly my senses turned to pleasure and I was reacting to. Because of the lack of space, both storage and living. Meals were prepackaged and quickly became monotonous. Finally, because of the water limitations, hygiene became minimal at best. After a year of eating the same food, with two other, often obnoxious, crewmates who never bathed, it became an excellent way to go crazy. And the main reason they needed pilots.Then there were the hiring halls. If you were a guild member in good standing. Which meant you were up to date on your dues. You could.