Everything will go much quicker and easier if you just relax,” Her voice soothing and reassuring. “Remember what you are and whose you are,” th...s a bit more pointed. “Dr. Moreaux and I need to discuss how I want you personalized. And that is not a conversation that you need to be any part of ... or even listen to,” this said with every conviction of reasonableness, as though the concluding statement in a syllogism. “Alright?” a question to which i knew there was only one correct answer. . These weren't for eating though, they were hatchable eggs. Sigfried had done something to them to make sure things didn't go horribly wrong during shipment. Rose had also managed to get a metal henhouse packed without using up too much room.Of course the job of assembling it was left to me. I headed for our cave's door to go to the garage and look it over, but Rose had news for me there too."Sigfried was also allowed to create our new bedroom and bathroom before they left," she said, and then. I said, "Gwen, spread your legs apart. A good slut should never keep her legs together. Remember that."The tears were flowing again. But she slowly, reluctantly separated her knees. I had to tell her twice to open them farther but finally Robby and I were satisfied. He leaned down until his face was only inches from her pussy and stared in awe as his fingers began to explore her exposed and vulnerable opening.Watching him touch my wife and seeing the look of pure lust on his face was incredibly. “And you’re such a bad girl,” he leered. “Let’s go out on the patio so you can have my cigar.” I raced him out of the room to the kitchen before we headed outside. Rick spotted a bowl of leftover buttercream frosting in the fridge. He pulled me by the arm, dipped his finger in the bowl, coated my lips with the frosting. He took his time sucking and licking it off my lips, making me melt like the frosting did on his tongue. “Mmm, girl, you are one tasty gingerbread girl,” he moaned. “Got some.