Muffy's tears and sobs started to decrease. She drew her dress back up again and closed her eyes. Her fingers flew to her cunt and lightly stroked aro...nd her hole. I could see it get wet. My own cock grew in response to the sight before me. Her legs widened and her breathing grew deeper. Her hands went to her belly and her clitoris. I stepped between her legs and gently rubbed my prick up and down her cunt. Her eyes snapped open and she looked between her legs at the sight of her labia pushed. His heart pounded in his chest as his hand wandered between her legs, his palm brushing the base of her tail. It was as thick around as a stout tree trunk, just as packed with fat and muscle as he had imagined. Despite the overlapping scutes that ran down its upper side, the underside was smooth and fleshy, his fingers sinking into her fat. It was so impossibly supple, he could fill his palm with it. Tepin’s eyelids fluttered as the fabric of his shorts brushed against his eversion, stimulating. Aaah! Holy fuck!”I happened to have a look at her watch. We had been at it for over an hour. But we kept going. There was a point where I forgot that I was punishing this whore and was letting her have fun. I was on the edge and kept going. She probably knew it too and started pepping me,“Come on Krish. Come for me, fill me up. Come on!”Several strokes, groans and moans later, I let off my cannon in her ass and she was moaning loud as she felt my warm cum fill her ass up and drip outside. She. Alexis scratched her head and returned to her room to search it for anything that could be regularly affecting her mind. As she did, she tried to remind herself that the programming was a BAD thing—that she didn’t want to be slowly turned into a submissive little sex-toy, that she wouldn’t be fulfilling her life’s purpose by giving into the control.“I am a strong, independent woman,” Alexis told herself, but when she glanced in the mirror, she didn’t even believe herself.It was a Saturday—one.