Magda Alexander

I__ only doing my job._ That__ what I am. His job. He__ stopped my floor shows at the cantina. Not only that, the break-ins had ceased. At least until now. While the staff barely gave me the time of day, they were practically ready to canonize him. __hey see you as the one in charge now.

She__ lying on her bed reading. Not a girlie magazine, but a technical journal of some kind going by the cover. She__ bathed and changed into another delectable baby doll, a black one this time, which shows more skin than the one from the night before. So, of course, my cock rises to the occasion. Damn.

Not anymore, the beast inside me roars. You__e no longer employed by Storm Industries. You can do what you want. The temptation to take her, to make her mine, has grown into a savage hunger which won__ be satisfied...

He pulls me into the steel of his chest. In between kissing me, he whispers, __ou don__ have to be jealous of them, you know. None of them hold a candle to you.