”“I’m so sorry Master,” the lamia said, looking at me over her shoulder. Her sleek back led down to her tawny tail dancing back and forth. Her...reddened ass, proof that I spanked her hard, glowed beneath as she wiggled her hips. Her soaked bush tickled the crown of my cock, stimulating the tip and sending pleasure down to my balls. “It was so bad of me to make you so hard while punishing me for being so bad.”“Yes, yes,” I growled. “So bad.”“She’s so wicked, Master,” Greta said. Ava’s bedmaid lay. My hands move to your chest and I whisper raggedly, "Please.. don't do this... you know you don't want to do this."You smile a bit and quirk an eyebrow. "Why in the world would I not want to taste on such as you..." Your mouth descends on mine, the kiss passionate and brutal, my lips aching. I push at your chest, struggling now, not wanting to give into you or to myself, murmuring over and over, "No.. I wont let this happen" Pressing my back up against the wall I am completely pinned, your. To my surprise the next day after I got home from work I waited to see if she would show up and she did, but with a truckload of her possessions. Bags of clothes, bins of knick knacks, you hear about people packing everything but the kitchen sink but I'm sure that was in there too. I felt bad for her so I let her back in. We unloaded most of her stuff in my home and I didn't think anything more about it till the next day when she was in a hurry, apologized for the mess and said she would be out. "I saw you here, and I decided that was going to fuck you tonight. I suppose, if I had some, I could have put something in your drink, but for four things. First, I don't have anything. Second, I don't like fucking unconscious girls. Third, I knew it wouldn't be necessary. And fourth, I want you to remember every last second of it." What makes you think that I would agree to that?" she asked, trying hard, but failing, to put a sense of indignation in her voice.Seth stepped up to her and put his.