“There’s nothing to worry about, “ I said as I opened the front door with my key and invited him in. I locked the door behind me and we were bot... greeted by the vision of Andrea standing in the middle of the lounge where she was wearing nothing but high heels, stockings and a smile. “Andrea, this is Ben,” I said, “Ben, say hello to my friend Andrea,” Ben stood there rooted to the spot with his mouth agape while Andrea tossed her lovely golden hair casually and ran her finger slowly down her. What had she done? Dear God in heaven, was there no limit to her depravity?Reaching the back door, the young woman quietly opened it, stepping into the darkened kitchen while holding her breath. No, she couldn't confront her cousin now. Barbara knew she would be sobbing out the truth, crying and choking while Christina stood there wide-eyed and horrified. She couldn't take that. Not now, not while her mind was whirling around so crazily. She had to think, had to have time to sort things. "The sergeant blinked twice. "Yeah... I still can't get over you talking... This is so strange... Kyle, you're a good boy... I'm not going to hurt you fella..."Jim nodded. The sergeant gently petted his head for a moment. Jim recognized it as an offer of pure compassion. There was no sexual overture at all."There's a good boy... Good boy Kyle... there's a good dog..." the sergeant whispered. "Be a good boy. Lift your head for me Kyle. Good boy... Now be still... I'm not going to hurt you boy.. “Mistress. I'm getting close to cumming. I don't know how much longer I can last!” he moans out as pre-cum pools under his heavy balls.Samantha looks down at her sissy bitch and raises an eyebrow “So? How is that my problem? Beg me Martina. Convince me that you deserve to cum and maybe I might let you cum. Maybe..." she says licking her lips as he looks up at her, whimpering unable to touch himself. A desperate need to cum burns through his body as she talks to him."Please mistress, let me cum..