The first thing I did was went right for those lips I kissed her and we made out like a couple of teenagers. We rolled over so she was on top and she ...unzipped her dress. She stood up on the bed and let the dress fall to the floor revealing her bra and tiny panties with just a string on her ass. I grabbed her and got back on top. I’m an old pro at taking off bras and I got hers off in a flash revealing tit’s waiting to be sucked and bitten. I went to work on those titties sucking, squeezing, and. Well, I never experienced anything like that before and wanted to savor every bit of it. After awhile, she broke free and started kissing me on the chest and biting on my nipples. Then her tongue moved down my chest, over my stomach and down toward my dick. Well, my penis was resting at the time figuring that it had done a mighty fine job of fucking and so could take the rest of the day off. It found out different as she kissed past my stomach and seemed to be heading toward my cock. When she. You see, growing up off International, I’d spent more time couch surfing than I had at home. Me and my dad just didn’t get on, more like he didn’t give a shit where his youngest was. You might say the neighborhood raised me and Twiman, well, his family still lived in my hood. In fact, his little brother, Jay Cee, was my best friend. So, long story short, that stretch between 20th and 29th ? The one we affectionately named the Murder Dubs? Fish out of water as I was, I felt safe. A little about. And it brought me to tears to see such strong, intelligent, amazing women reduced to the level of playthings and toys for a fat slug. We were at the bottom of the slave-girl pecking order. The ?regular? slave girls were above us, and then the criminal element and finally the Imperial infiltrators like Mara Jade. As a former Princess and Rebel leader I was subject to degrading humiliation and abuse, not only from the guards but even from fellow slave girls. Mara Jade was particular sadistic.