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My nose detected Kora's tangy pussy, the slightly different flavor of Ealaín's girl-cum, Nathalie's sweet snatch, Greta's tart passion, Aingeal's honey, and my own sweet musk. So many wonderful scents. Master glanced at me as I crawled over his lap as he sat on the edge of the bed. I wiggled on him, his wet cock pressing on my belly. His hand rested on my ass then slid up to my tail. He grasped it, not hard, but enough to stroke me. It sent a wild surge through indian me. I fought the urge to whimper. Lamia didn't like our tails to be grabbed, but when stroked... It made my pussy clench. “Have you been bad, slave?” he asked, his voice sounding amused. “So bad, Master,” I moaned. “I was a wicked slave. I came on the ogre's cock.” “You did?” I nodded my head, my cunt clenching, remembering the brutal feel of the ogre's huge dick ramming into me. During the fight, I used my pussy to distract him. Ogres were rapacious, fucking anything, not caring about the pain they inflicted. Like me, their race was birthed by the God of Lust's indiscriminate masturbation. Where my race was cute and kittenish, ogres were huge and strong, not caring how much they hurt with their brutish passions. Not caring that they killed. They only cared about satisfying their lusts. But my slave training taught me to feel pain as pleasure, to crave it. I was often abused by Zizthithana and Warleader Therek, the man she gave me to as a reward. We all went shopping and I found some cute skirts and tops and I needed some new bras, can you believe that, anyway we went to Victoria Secret’s and I got some Bras, Thongs and knickers. He was seated now on some sort of wooden throne only a few feet away and was silently gazing up at her. I don't wish to harm you. Sitting with your legs open. I watched her breasts bounce as she bobbed up and down on my cock with her hands caressing my endowment as well as her own. From here I could make out her pristine voice a lot clearer, it really was quite beautiful. And that Rebecca and I have a nice dinner with them. I was sitting on the couch, drinking a beer and going through some articles about how to turn your own daughter into your slave. Please comment! So, I dressed in dress slacks, a business type shirt and a light jacket to meet the day. Her piercing blue eyes, so different from her mum and sis? “What, for how long?” Maggie asked, panicking. Directing the High Priestess’s attention to the cum now running freely from Pallus’s gaping ass hole. “Uh, yeah, if that’s alright,” Madison said a little sheepishly. No time wasters Ill show you my room and we can play some PlayStation as well. The pain of my severed hand had been a welcome distraction, but I no longer felt the horror of losing the appendage. As the third line of the song started, Terry 's voice joined in as she came around the corner. I don’t think we ever made love. “What are you doing?” We aren’t in the old west." I started to run my hands up and down her thighs as my exploring continued. Nandini was in seventh heaven as she was licking indian and sucking her son’s cock, the heady mixture of her and his juices and Sujata’s expert licking was driving her crazy. And of course all this discussion about hard cocks had the usual effect on me and my damn dick sprang to full attention. Hoping to pass your charming town.” I announce.