?This collar can only be removed by cutting it off. You will wear it always: it will be a symbol of your servitude. Also you will continue to wear you... cock cage until I decide otherwise, who knows? Maybe for all time? she explained.?Why not have his balls or cock pierced so the cage can be fastened permanently,? Stephen suggested, Lucy turned her attention toward him and settled back into the sofa.?That’s not a bad idea Stephen. Actually, I was toying with the thought of having him pierced in. Suddenly, Maren started running, yelling back, "Last one there is a rotten egg."I felt the thrill of the chase and the hunt inside me. I hadn't felt it in a long time, except for a brief burst earlier. I think it was something left over from my full canine days. As I chased after her, a feral growl escaped my mouth. I was quickly gaining on her, when she looked back and I saw a spot of fear in her eyes. She started going faster, but was still catching up to her as she reached the water. She was. She grabbed a shuriken, and simply stopped his charge by launching one into his neck. Wheezing, he stumbled forwards, catching breath. This afforded her a unique chance. The mere idea was orgasmic.Her legs were crossed at the knee, trapping the younger male. But also, the fatally wounded boss of his staggered within reach of her calves.She gripped his neck with her legs, crossing her boots behind him. The male giving her cunnilingus sensed this was it, maybe from the moan she let out when her. Karen Dileo looked half again her age; watery eyes swam in a gaunt face, and her graying hair hung limply over slumped shoulders."Karen," Annabeth said, sitting back and placing her hands on her lap. Her mother's mouth pursed."I'm your mother, Annabeth," she said. "Don't be disrespectful." Karen's eyes darted around the café as though she wasn't sure she should be there."You stopped being my mother the first time you let him hit me," Annabeth said in an icy voice. "If you've come to apologize,.