It could have been from something as simple as an electric clock or as complex as a refrigerator compressor. That night though I was so wired, thinkin...g about Mom's discovery of the gooey wet spot on my bed, that I had to get up to find the cause. I slipped on my pj's and went looking. After a few false starts, I traced the noise to the other side of Mom's door. It sounded like her alarm clock buzzing. I was about to knock on her door when I realized that that didn't make any sense; it was bed. However there was a very strict hierarchy among the harem girls. The women at the bottom, were the ones like me- with interesting stories of adventure and heroism. Some of the slave girls were former Rebels who had been captured and sold to Jabba, one of the girls had been a great smuggler and pirate with amazing stories. 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. She sits up and grinds on my dick for a bit then starts sliding her pussy up and down it. Her pussy feels like no other pussy I've had before. I've had several women that fucked good but Selena had blown them away in just a few minutes of riding my dick. I reached to pull her shirt off and she stopped me. She was insecure about her small breast. As I was about to say I love smaller breast, she gets up off of me and says she'll be right back. I'm thinking I've just fucked this up by trying to. “You want to marry Connie... don’t you?“ Her voice was tinged with panic now.Bobby’s mind had been muddled for a long time now, because of his unhappiness with the way his life had been going recently. He had felt helpless and confused. But the tone of Mary’s voice cut through all that. He was suddenly aware that it was very important to Mary that he want to marry Constance. He looked at the others. They all looked tense. Linda looked worried. Bev and Flo were frowning. Suzie and the twins.