“Jen, get the lube. I think we got time for a quickie.”“Nope, not looking for sex.”The Nosferatu groaned, and tried to wriggle away. He didn�...t let her.“You sure? Feels like you do.”“Nope, just looking to hold the woman I love more than anything, as tight as I can.”Jen sat up, and watched with big, puppy-dog eyes as she got dressed. Not a word, though. Sometimes his fellow Ventrue preferred to stay quiet and listen to their dumb pillow talk. He appreciated it.“Yeah, I can see that, ya dumbass.”. After a few months I found out he was married but craved man sex and the anonymity of our encounters so I met him less often but enjoyed our jack off sessions.Another hot spot was the arboretum which was lush with trees, plants and bushes along with the flowers; I loved to go there for just some quiet time to reflect, think and daydream. One day I was sitting there on one of the benches and heard a rustling in the bushes then a “Psst! Psst! Psst!” I turned and saw a dick between two of the. ... calling me your whore, your slave .... god yes, the words I long to hear!I know you are nearly there as you are rutting like an a****l now, barely in control as you pound every last bit of flesh out of me .... pushing, fucking ... god .. nearly there ... "You fucking bitch take this cock, come on whore! You want to have your Master's cum don't you? You fucking cock sucking slut!"You fuck me harder, faster, harder, faster all the time telling me how a fucking slave should be treated, what a. That was her choice and she could take or leave the offer. Her hatred for the Turk grew to know no bounds. She had to do it.Magnanimously, Sake allowed her a few days to recover from her enforced starvation. He remarked that she should get to know the dog while she had some time. Giselle had owned a dog before she joined up, but this brute was a completely different proposition. He was what is popularly known as a Heinz fifty-seven. Made up of many breeds and interbreeds. His ancestry would.