He can't be allowed to release another wave. I will start the paperwork."What paperwork?" asks Fyrila, standing in the door-frame."Ayama, it's a dange...ous 2,000 miles to Monabay. Be prepared!" Madame Lahore states.Fyrila looks worried and exhausted from her pounding. The three horse-futas are still knocked out - sun-god alone knows what they'll do when they wake up.Madame Lahore addresses Viessa."To prevent another scenario like this, his testicles need to be drained regularly. If they aren't,. Mary can't see below the girl's waist, whichis level with the windowsill. Judging from the flexing and twisting of thoselegs and crotch she can see, the girl is very much alive. That scene too,passes by, but not before Mary catches a glimpse of another person off to theside of the room. It is a grey-haired woman in a white lab coat, spectacled,stooping slightly to look at something with lots of lights and a colored screen. The 'road'(really just a space on the same ubiquitous concrete paving,. At the doorway, I saw Jasmine on my bed naked. She had her knees up and her arms around her chest. She was looking at me with a glare that would have cut steel. As I crossed the room, I shed my clothes, leaving them in a trail on the floor. When my erection sprung out her look briefly changed and she softly said, "Oh, that's nicer than I expected." Then her look returned to the way it was. When I got up next to the head of the bed, I stood there with my hard prick pointing towards her.. Marked, cum filled, owned. Everything I wanted, needed. Her words came back to me, echoing around in my head. “You crave a strong alpha dog because at heart you’re an alpha bitch. You NEED a strong dog to make you feel validated.” Was that really true... ?? I’d never pictured myself as an alpha bitch, but then I only used ‘bitch’ in the context of being dog girl, a dog’s bitch. Then I thought of Sue, her oiled body so beautiful, the collar, her eyes, her obedience, the power I felt as I.