‘This was a sweet idea, thank you.’ When we separated, he looked over my shoulder, fixated on whatever he saw. ‘Good. Remember how much you love...me, okay?’ I was about to ask what he meant when I heard a familiar voice behind me. ‘Happy birthday, Contessa.’ I whipped around and glanced up, connecting with dark brown eyes identical to mine. Byron Adams was not a tall man in stature, but radiated a commanding presence nonetheless. Cloacked in a three piece black suit with a matching trench. Jean was slender, with well-defined muscles from working out regularly. She had all the right parts and they functioned well, but if she wanted to go in drag she could easily pass for a teenaged boy. Well, so much for considering the deep, long-lasting qualities. Either woman was a match for me intellectually. They both liked a variety of music, Jean tending to more classical stuff but lots of pop and rock. Jean also fed my craving for novels. Nan was more artsy-craftsy. She had taken me to. From here she was either dead or truly alive."Help me out?" She motioned to the king, as if it were impossible to openit herself. Slowly moving from the bed, the King pulled the zipper down asfar as it would go, the zipper stopping just before her round ass. Shereached around to her back and pulled.Her shoulder blades shifted in a weird inhuman way as they moved apartslightly as the second skin moved away from its true owners body,revealing as the back split long pink hair lieing along her. I relaxed and swallowed His cock, sliding my lips all the way down, until my nose pressed into His pubic hair."Fuck!" my Lord groaned. "Fuck, she's got a hot mouth, Mare!"My Goddess giggled. "That's why we kept her, my horny stallion." Her lips kissed at His ear, pink tongue caressing his lobe. "Cum in her slutty mouth!" Fuck yes!" He groaned, His balls twitching in my hand. "I'm going to flood her dirty mouth!"I slid my lips up until only the head remained in my lips, sucking, swirling my.