She began to cry from the pain of the caustic liquid. As Sasha finished flattening the bag she clamped it off and let it drop to the floor. The hose w...s just long enough for it to reach without pulling the extension out of Jennifer's bladder. She cried at the pain of the liquid."I'll give you something to cry about you filthy a****l."Sasha said as she whipped Jennifer accross the stomach with a multi-tailed whip. The evil whip mistress was correct. Jennifer started screaming from the pain of. .!” as she sped thumped away harder. I was groaning and grunting totally lost, trying to hold her buttocks to dictate the rhythm but there was no point. She was in control and she knew it. She half laughed, half chocked as by dick slammed about inside her, spurting load after load inside her and pushing against her cervix. “Your cock… is dancing… inside of me…. And your spunk… is dancing in… side of me… now!” She sang as I literally thrashed about on the floor. My arms and legs waves about. Her furred fingers and toes bore retractable claws and soft, pink paw pads. A matching black fur cropped top, supported from her right shoulder, covered her breasts, which were now a little larger than they were normally, though a generous amount of cleavage was visible. A black leather belt held up the black fur breechcloth, which split into two in the back just above her ass to allow space for her tail. Her dagger and knapsack remained, as always. This was the best form for night travel, as a. “Mostly, I just save or invest it. I have an investment firm that takes care of it. Honestly, I transfer 90% of what my dad gives me into my investment account every month. I haven’t even looked at the account since I was 16.”“How do you know they’re investing your money properly,” asks Sue?“Well, it’s the same firm my dad uses, and they consistently give him returns in the 20% range. I just trust that they are working for my benefit. I mean the more money they make me, the more money they make.