As we are walking I ask, "Everyone is treating me so nice. Will I always be treated this nice, even when we get to your planet?"
The guy says, "Yes. You will always be treated with respect as long as you obey."
So far, you have been treated more like a goddess than a slave. You two get to your room. You don't know what to expect. It could be like a jail cell for all you know, but when the door opens, it is a beautiful suite. I say, "If my former bosses had asked me to be a sex slave to aliens, I would've said 'no', but with what I experienced so far, I'm glad I'm here. Now that I'm used to your race, you're not ugly but you are cute" I kiss him on his noodle lips.
He removes your leash, hangs it by the door, and asks, "Why did do that?"
I reply, "Earthlings like kissing. If your race doesn't, I won't do it again."
He says, "We don't do that, but I liked it."
I say, "If you like that we can try French kissing. We'll let our tongues play with each other and explore the other's mouths." We tried it and he seemed to like it. When we break, I say, "Your tongue feels strange in my mouth, but in a good way"
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