The mere thought of fucking a girl could cause him to grow eight tentacle arms. The arms could grow to whatever length he wanted. They were strong. Ea...h one capable of lifting a woman by her leg or arm and dangling her effortlessly in the air. Luckily he could control his arousal level. He was not a normal octopus you could say. At the end of each tentacle was a set of hands. The middle finger being a penis. It could grow to whatever length and thickness he wished. He was able to ejaculate up. "Now crawl over to the Punishment Corner and assume the position (naked, on his knees, facing the corner of the two walls, hands clasped together behind his neck). Stay there until I release you!"Carol had stopped in her tracks, not knowing whether to enter her Uncle's study, where all punishments were given. She did not want to interrupt anything — especially if Joy was really mad. Suddenly Joy came out of the study, and Carol was surprised to see she was not naked. Normally both she and Carol. Alan chest pounded. Before he could think better of it, he turned his chair toward her. He turned boldly, looking at her hot figure, his dick tenting his pants. [Look at his crotch,] he thought. [Look at it hard, then back at his eyes. Feel your pussy get warm, wet at knowing he saw you looking. Knowing you’re hot, and he wants you.] ‘Yeah,’ he said conversationally, ‘They can be rough. It’d be nice to get a break from them, relieve some stress.’ Laurel paused. Her eyes seemed to look off into. Finally, one night, after I had gotten them both into a state of libertineabandon with my mouth, Shadow strapped the harness on again, and fitted itwith a large, devil-red, rubber rammer. She lubed it up, which I hadnever seen her do before. Surely, she wasn't going to anally assault thewoman I still longed for. No, Miranda's rosebud was safe from violation.Mine, however, was not. Shadow ordered me onto the bed, naked, with myhead on the pillow and ass in the air. She flipped up the hem of.