Niccolo was a perfect gentleman, however, and he was in no hurry to complete his seduction. His first thought was for my pleasure and not the satisfac...ion of his own need and desire. If he was to take me, it had to be because it was also my ardent desire, and it must only be because I wished to surrender willingly and gladly. And I did want to surrender, more than anything else in the world.“Please touch me down there,” I whispered, “between my legs, I want to feel you…” I paused and then said. That changed though, as soon as I took a look back and watched her golf swing. She looked like a younger Mama, at least as far as her swing went. I saw Mama looking at her too. Neither of us were surprised to see her drive rolling twenty five yards past Grace's.Uncle Bunny hadn't been kidding when he told me he'd been practicing his short game. He shot an eighty five, chipping in once from the fringe, and making three putts from fifteen feet or longer. I shot an eighty one, and dropped three. We just had to get past these stupid feyhounds. “Why, Rithi?” I prayed to my Goddess. “Do you want me to use my sexual arts on these freaks?”“Maybe she does,” Sven said.I shot him a look, anger bubbling through me.“It'll be fun, Mistress,” Zanyia purred, her tail swishing as she fell onto her hands and knees. She rubbed at her furry muff with one hand, sliding fingers up and down her leg. Nathalie joined her, the slave girl naked, her small breasts quivered. She had a big grin on her face,. High pitched screams echoed off the walls of an enclosed room. Entry was slow, the flared head stretching the pink ring slowly and unyieldingly, like the incoming tide. Screams similar to those of sea gulls fell on deaf ears. Grunts passed through his gnashed teeth. Her teeth also gnashed, her head thrown up and back, eyes screwed shut. Thighs and buttocks clenched like knotted rope, fighting the unwanted penetration. There was no audible pop, but he felt it through his soul, when the.