She could never keep track of her daughter. Not since she started high school. And her son Jeremy, the little shit, was always out snorting coke with ...lack guys. Jenny wondered if that sounded racist. But all the kids Jeremy hung out with WERE black. For some reason, the boy never got along with kids his own race.Jenny turned on the TV while she waited for her dinner and some celebrity with perky fake tits advertised some putrid looking green diet drink. Jenny wrinkled her nose. She could stand. Or cook. I enjoyed cooking, especially since it meant wearing a frilly apron – a gift from her. I looked adorable in it, or so she told me, which meant the world to me. I craved her praise as much as the orgasms she gifted me with. Or the pain she inflicted upon me.,I wasn’t an equal. I never joined in the conversations, but then I had no desire to, quite honestly. I was a pet – Her pet – and I couldn’t have been happier.As for him, he’d grown used to me being there. Once, he had done his best. I was happy to hear from you Marissa. Once Erica is cleared I'll see if she cares to add her words. She might, although in the past she's shown little interest. She never met Will and over time she's grown very wary of most male sponsors. She was fine with the men in Third Company. They were all fathers and very respectful toward women.The fact that they were quiet open in their admiration of Erica's drive and skill helped too. Erica was able to get to know them as people, which helped. When we. “You whimper like a virgin woman already.” He gripped Dyri’s jaw in his free paw when his wives pulled away. His other hand pushed a lubricated finger into the human’s ass. He watched with delight as the small man struggled- pain, pleasure, humiliation evident on his face. The human’s cheeks flushed an excellent shade of pink; he remembered watching the other human react the same way years ago. This one would learn as she had.A stream of precum slid down the human’s cock. “You like that,.