“I saw the ‘No textiles’ sign as we entered. What does that mean?” Betty smiled and told us she would explain all that after we viewed the hom... so the rules wouldn’t influence us. The beautiful house was a big Colonial, fairly new and in great shape. After looking out at the huge back yard and modesty fencing, we gathered at the big kitchen island and discussed how impressed we were with it all. That’s when it began.Betty’s wide zipper lifted and began to slowly slide itself down lower and. Feeling unworthy of such an importantman (Vanderkamp was rumored to be worth billions), she had stammered and feltawkward but the man seemed charmed by her. He certainly enjoyed looking ather legs in the sundress she had worn and she had let him. She also noticedhim trying to look down her dress as she bent over to hand him a cup of coffee.Normally offended and embarrassed by such attention, she felt flattered thatsuch a handsome and wealthy man would be interested in her. But now she feared. Slime was now so heavy on Kate’s body that it was hanging in thick ropes from her, dripping to the floor below. All three of the slut’s holes were filled with bestial cock, and the two sucker tentacles had begun draining her milk from her heaving breasts. Kate could see the milk as it worked its way through the transparent tubes and entered the slug’s body above her. It was taking its nourishment from her, draining her in the process, but Kate was already too far gone to care. Her only. Her nails are long; the scratches send shivers down my spine. She molds her body up against my own in the bed. She’s already nude, I stripped her before letting her enter the bed. I slowly removed each piece of clothing; she wore layers to combat the winter cold. It’s a little chilly, but her nipples are erect and teasing my own as she pulls closer to me, trying to wrap her legs around my waist. I won’t let her. Keeping the hand to trace her face, still kissing her, I trail my other hand down.