' she paused, 'but I would rather be an illustrator.''So why are you working at a publishers?' he asked in a curious tone.'Experience really, and it's...kinda in the right area. And becoming an illustrator is difficult, so to be within the industry in some ways, would be a....' she paused for a moment looking for the right word.'A consolation?' he offered.'Yeah, a consolation I suppose.'They paused unsure what to say, and each took a mouthful from their drinks, just to fill the moment.'So what do. As she steps into the spare room, her gaze first moves towards the corner she keeps clear for timeouts- and just as she expected, that’s where she sees Tasha, having changed out of her black necromancer robes and into a plain white nightdress, having been provided for her by her host. She’s got her nose pressed to the wall, and her hands folded behind her back, mostly still save for her tail swishing awkwardly, caught between her legs due to the dress not actually having been made for someone. Wendy spent a lot of time mostly out of the house at friends or my aunt and uncle's home. It was fine, it just meant more attention from mom.As a young c***d, I was practically her shadow, always following her around the house. She always called me the "man of the house," which I loved. She was always praising me and showing me great affection with hugs and kissed. I would always curl up next to her on the couch to watch TV. She used to let me fall asleep in bed with her before carrying. Before to long he uttered Im CUMMING!!!!!!! As his salty cum hit the back of her throat , she greedily swallowed it and wanted more&hellip,&hellip,.Another took his place and she was sucking a new cock wanting his cum. Tom finally had to climax and she felt the hotness of his cum hitting her bowels and she cum again&hellip,.This made the man she was sucking cum and again she swallowed. No one had her pussy yet and she rolled over, spread her legs and said Okay motherfuckers, you wanted my pussy.