The cage's cover was lifted back, and crouching down to look at her was a middle-aged man with a goatee."Oh!" he exclaimed. Not disapproving, nor exci...ed, just taken aback. Whoever he was, he seemed genuinely surprised, as if ordering a real live slavegirl had slipped his mind. He looked around the street, then dropped the cover again.Maybe he'd bought her online while he was drunk, she realised. How embarrassing. How pathetic that would be, to be owned by someone who didn't even really want. He wanted to make his mother squeal and soak his face. He sucked the clit into his mouth as if he were sucking on a small cock flicking it with the very tip of his tongue. It was as he resumed his long, slow strokes he felt Violet's hair on his thighs. "I hope you know little man, you've well and truly flipped your moms switch. She's gonna be an insatiable sex pest whenever you're around" Violet warned before devouring Michaels cock, feeling it grow in her mouth. Michael reached up to cup each. "It's what passes for 'happy' in robot-speak," Marianne giggled. She kissed his collarbone, just as Miriam used to do. "Your pleasure is my pleasure. If all you wish to do with me is use me as your private fuck-toy, then that is what I will do. But I also know you don't like your women completely subservient or easy. I plan on making you work for me, Holland. Just like you had to work for Mother."Holland pushed Marianne on to her back. The two wrestled playfully. Their touches became longer.. Again her muscles contracted in protest to try to still his movement but the Rider’s strength was too great. Repeatedly the warlock withdrew and then thrust himself back into the gorgeous witch’s bowels. Her formerly tiny asshole was stretched lewdly around his circumference. She grunted and squealed as she received a steady and hard buggering. The sorcerer’s magic coursed through his fleshy wand and surged into Bridget’s body through their connection. Her pussy leaked continuously as she.