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ing to be more of an adventure than he had ever dreamed!
Chapter 8
"Dinner for six, plus one slave, first class, front row. This
way please," the head waiter bowed low. The Phoenix II and Rika's sister
ships had provided a great boost in business for this restaurant. As
the three officers escorted their ladies, with Amri following behind,
the two pilots--Lts. Dargin and Schultz--joked with Sha'teem.
"Do you think one of us will be odd-man-out, with Amri here
getting into the middle of things, Commander?" Schultz asked.
Sha'teem grinned back at the blushing Amri. "Not unless he
wants to feel our belts across his ass, gentlemen. And besides, we
can always make him service us as well as the ladies!" They all
laughed as they settled onto the cushions in the private cubicle
facing the stage. By silent--but mutual--consent, all six men and
women decided it was gang-up-on-Amri time. They playfully forced him
onto his hands and knees, and the women tickled him and pumped his
ever-lusty shaft, while the men took turns giving him light smacks on
the rear with their belts. Xia then lay down and pulled
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