“Yesh,” he repeated, slurring the S slightly. He stood and pulled down a morsel of meat. He seemed to have paid attention to how much Schaffer had...eaten the last time, and why shouldn’t he? Food management was probably central to their survival. He tore loose a strip with his claws this time, then handed it to Schaffer. It approximated the quantity he had eaten the night before. Zagza was perceptive, and oddly considerate.Why did these things care about him? Why were they feeding him, rather. If he picks out a black chip he gets unlocked from chastity belt and I give him a hand job (He's tied up so that I could put the chastity belt back on him after he comes).Of course the more I get fucked, the more black chips there are in the cage and the better his chances of picking out a black chip are, so he gets rewarded for being a good cuckold and helping me get fucked often. We started out with 20 white chips, and it only took 3 weeks and me getting fucked 8 times by my blk stud (I only. As we talked, I put my hand on her ass and squeezed her firm butt cheeks. When she didn't pull away, I got bolder and slid my hand under her skirt and between her legs, as she spread them slightly, and cupped her pussy in my hand. I moved behind her and slid her panties down, then slipped a finger along her moistening pussy lips. She spread her legs wider, reached behind her, unzipped my fly, and fished out my semi-hard cock. When I had hardened to full staff in her hand, she bent over the. He had promised her and himself he wouldn't call her every hour on the hour, and he had waited exactly five hours before calling her, catching her just coming thru a median city's traffic and making her way onto the longest stretch of her trip. He talked to her for minutes that seemed all to short as they both wondered at their future, the night before them rushing closer as her car chewed thru the miles. He heard the nerves in her voice and he promised her he would call her again about the.