Al’s cat seat was still in the front passenger’s seat, just as it had always been. It would need to be moved to the rear seat so Ken could sit up ...ront with me. Also, Alva had no cat seat, as Ken had always transferred both of them to wherever they needed to go. I cast a spell that created a duplicate of Al’s cat seat for her, and they both rode in the back.We took the road to Trafficville and then continued west on Hwy 78 to the Stone Mountain Freeway where we took the turn off to the park. At. My baby. My favorite sex toy. Ever since our last encounter and every one in between. What we gotten a closer and stronger connection. We were not a typical D/s couple 24/7 . We mostly kept our interaction in the bedroom. . I found it too strenuous keeping his cock under My lock and key. Literally putting a device on his slutty little ass. Locking his cock up in a cage so he could not get hard, let alone fuck anyone. He was a slut. I understood that giving him the right to: look at, talk to, or. A youngscared-looking girl, thin and curvy, with only a small white tshirtstraining to keep her large assets at bay. Steeling himself, he strainedto pull the tight shirt over his mounds and felt them settle heavily ontohis narrow chest. They barely sagged, the tissue comprising them only afew weeks old. He twisted his torso back-and forth a bit, and felt theheavy mass pulling his torso along with their swaying. He caught aglimpse of the mirror, seeing those impossibly round and perky. "Please."He gives me a wry grin. He flips me on my stomach. He grabs a condom and sheathes himself. He preps me with a hidden bottle of lube before slicking himself up. He position his cock between the mounds of my ass then lays down on me. He grinding teasingly against my ass. I'm pushing back trying to get him in. He bites my shoulder, careful not to leave a mark as I try to get him into my hole. Two more humps and he's busting past my seal. I gasp. He gasps.He slowly slides into me. No.