"I know he likes you, Lisa, and he's still calling to you isn't he?" "Now and then, Mistress." "Well, when he gets back, why don't you give it a try?"..."I…I think I will." …the feel of straps around my hips holding something in place, somethingI'm guiding into Andrew's ass, the smell of a lubricant strong in the air,the coppery scent of blood fainter than before, Andrew moaning in passion andhim pushing back onto the dildo that rests on my hips… "But what…what if it doesn't work out?" "It's a. Jemima was not fat, centaurs were far too active ever to get fat, in fact except for the delicately blossoming breasts just beginning to bud under her crop top, there wasn't a spare ounce of fat to be see anywhere. You could have played 'Star Spangled Banner' on both sets of Jemima's ribs."Be my guest," I replied generously. "You'd better dig a lot more stuff out of the fridge. You know what your appetite's like."As a growing centaur filly, Jemima ate about six times as much as me so she dug a. I let my lips trail down to the edge of the lacy panties covering her hot box. As I grabbed the sides of her jeans, she lifted her hips to allow me to pull them off. This I did willingly, leaving the panties in place so that she could feel as I pressed my mouth against her panty clad quim, which I began to nuzzle earnestly with my nose, lips, and chin. As I pressed my tongue where I figured her clit would be, she let out a small squeal of delight. Sliding the edge of her panties to one side, I. One more thing if you ever cheat on me I will have the motherfucker involved clipped, and send you out like trash to the wolves and you will be on your own. I am sure the white supremacies would love to have their way with a nigger lover.” I was so high that I happily agreed and then downed the entire glass of Vodka in one serving. I remember thinking how ironic it was that he was talking about me cheating on him when I wasn’t sure if I would give into him. Jerome got up from the couch and drew.