If anything, he treated her worse than he actually treated me. Imagine being assigned as a sexual servant to everybody you used to know before you wer... collared! If that was the case, she could never be a sister to me, even in our servitude. I’d stick with the name “Floozy.”I pat the Floozy on her head to let her know I appreciated her attentions. I wasn’t a lesbian, but I didn’t have any qualms about her actions with me. Master already made me force sex from her before she was collared, so it. It was over surprisingly quickly. He didn't even leave any ashes behind. It was kind of boring, actually. She'd expected to have him scream or, or almost burn down the house, or age before her eyes. Unlike the movies, he just disappeared in a couple seconds. Perhaps the movies had dramatized the results of defeating evil. It wasn't nearly as difficult or messy as she'd expected.It was kind of depressing, actually. She'd been starting to fall in love with Paul. As cruel as it would have been for. I have to make a move but how? I jumped into the shower. I took the fastest shower anyone ever took. I barely dried off. I went back down to the basement to "check on the washer" (which was only running for about 10 minutes) wearing only the towel. My thought was this; If the towel "accidentally" fell off, exposing me, it wouldn't be my fault, right? It was gonna work. I hoped. I was nervous. Shaking. The semi hard-on that I worked up at the top of the stairs was gone. My nub was all shriveled. First off, I am going to have to remove your male genitals. Since she injected them with so much silicone they are pretty much useless, and they are in the way. She knew what she was doing when she modified your anus and rectum. It is almost a perfect duplicate of a cows vagina. That made sex with that bull doable. I am going to move your anus, rectum and lower colon forward and realign and attach them to the bovine uterus. You will have a cervix and when it's time it will be a straight shot.