"My groin muscle," she could hardly speak.I stopped and started to walk. "Oh thank you," she said. "Let’s go over to the picnic table and stretch ou...," I stated. We walked over to the tables and started to stretch out. She was in a lot of pain. I asked her if it was getting any better, but as she turns to tell me with tears in her eyes. I grabbed her waist and put her on the top of the table. "Where exactly is the pain, I will try to rub it out." She pointed to the inside of her thigh. "From. Every time she worked my cock along her love crevice, I felt my excitement rapidly growing. “Ok! I think I’m ready for you now,” she said as she held me firmly in one spot against her, the tip of my cock was barely buried between her pink pussy lips. “Just push steady and firmly until you enter me.” She instructed as she used her hand to massage the length of my penis. This action only served to harden me even more than I already was. As I slowly tried to push my cock inside her pussy, I sensed. "So this Slaver was well-labeled - a true dealer in human flesh."And that's why you called me in," Oliver surmised, as we all tookseats around a small conference table. "I have to warn you that unlessyou can learn something about her life before her transformation, youhave very little chance of finding the perpetrator. Odds are good thatthe Slaver's identity is buried in the memories that were stolen fromher."Sarah nodded. "You were able to restore the memories of such a girl atyour clinic in. The four fresher males provided much sport as they were forcibly gagged with the anal plugs, snorting and choking on the acrid taste of their own anal secretions; the latex clad dommes smiling, their cunts oozing as they expertly plugged the mouths of the males they would hang. Zara's male accepted his own obediently, his eyes feasting on the pleasured smile of the mature red lips beneath the mask as she slid the plug home into his willing mouth and watched him suckle on it, warm from the heat.