”“Yes, Mistress.”Shame filled her.For failing.For craving.“Worry not, dear bitch. I will help you learn.”Clop, clop, clop...Drawing nearer t... the bitch.An sudden insertion into her cunt.Tension immediate.Oh no.A familiar thin pink protrusion now sticking out. “Recognize this, bitch?”“Yes, Mistress.”Fear.Excitement.Spreading like wildfire.“I had already purchased this as a gift for my precious bitch.”Alarms sounding off.“It was to be a reward for my darling bitch.”Disappointed dripping like tar. Man, I did not want that up my ass, so I knew I had to work it , get him off well. So lightly held his balls and firm ass, licked and sucked for what I thought was hours, he had his catchers mit sized hand on my shoulders, or neck, then clasped as he harder and harder, his tool seemed to get bigger and bigger until he blew a hot load in my mouth. I gulped it down, he noted that was great, what a cocksucker, I was glad he was satisfied. He then grabbed me by the waist, hoisted me up and sat me. It all started when the company was working on ways to make the brain more sensitive to existing drugs. Hutchinson contributed to this research by accidentally finding a way of making the female brain more sensitive to the sexual hormones that every female body naturally produces. There was no way that human trials would ever be allowed, so the project was officially closed; unofficially of course, I was free to do all the human trials I like. There were two pages of toxicology tests, so I knew. The greengrocer, tanned from early mornings in the market, filled another part of her basket with fruits and vegetables telling her ‘the spuds were lifted just three hours ago, fresh as a Daisy’. And the Baker, perspiration glistening on his brow from the oven just behind him provided her with crispy rolls and a cottage loaf. Familiar faces, the usual requirements and the oft repeated greetings of ‘Good Morning Mrs. Urquhart.’ She nodded and received nods from others known only by their.