I personally don't care for pasta with any sauce. I can handle spaghetti now and then. I can even do the microwave ones that are not quite awful, but ...I just don't like it enough to buy it in a restaurant. Of course, I didn't really care what, or how much Gus ate, so I watched him fill the plate with a smile on my face."So Max, what's your plan for tomorrow." he asked just to make conversation."I don't really have one. My business it is more reactive than proactive," I replied. "How about you. Oh and you better still be naked, because if you’re not, I’ll come up there and rip them right off.” Carrie called up to me. As I slowly walked down the stairs with nothing on and my cock swinging back and fourth, so many thoughts were running through my mind of who it can be. I got to the base of the stairs and continued to walk slowly into the next room where my surprise guest was waiting. Carrie met me halfway and led me to the family room and there sitting on the couch was who I guessed,. ’ With my wrists still bound behind my back I was taken back to the showers and a third prison guard showed up with a razor and some scissors. Two of the guards gripped my thighs roughly and f***ed my legs far apart. The third guard used the scissors to cut away the longest of my pubic hairs and then used the razor to shave away everything else. After she was finished the guard pried my labia apart and felt me up from labia to asshole. Then she stuck a finger deep into my pussy and pulled it. Bursting from the oil, Nebula rose from between the two women, abruptly separating Natasha from Gamora to both their surprise.Kicking Gamora back, Nebula turned to her anxious prey, grinning once more:"My turn."Grasping Natasha's face, Nebula pulled it against her own, pressing their lips together with reckless abandon. Gasping into an open mouth, Natasha spluttered as a strong, alien tongue wrestled with her own, beating it into submission before disappearing down her throat.Natasha.