It was heaven. I felt my servant arching her back unknowingly. She was a nude baby in front of me. I replied, “It doesn’t smell like a jelly. But ...t smells nice.”She just smiled for that. That smile was with an expression of how innocent she thought I was. I again took my face near to the cunt and licked the cunt area. She jumped in excitement but I didn’t stop.I licked like it was Nutella spread! I sucked the jelly thing she mentioned and put my tongue inside the hole. I moved my tongue inside. “Yes, well this is one of luxury stay rooms. We save these for our important guests,” he replied. “Mkuuig inimorenimamo nuhuokmkio,” Nimlinlinanim said. “We’re glad you like it,” Nookumick translated. “Make sure you get a good rest tonight. In the morning we’ll start the tests,” Nookumick said. “What kind of tests?” I asked, starting to feel nervous. “Don’t worry, you will not be harmed. I will never allow that,” he replied. After eating our dinner, Nookumick and Nimlinlinanim left so I can get. “Very useful when I feel like enjoying another hole.”“I bet it is,” Amelia said, her back so straight now. She had her hands clasped tight together, knuckles growing white.“So there’s lots of ... theories about you and how you ... drive women wild for your futa-dick,” Amelia said, her eyes almost glassy.“So wild,” Jordan murmured.“Oh, I have heard so many of what caused me to become a futanari, but the doctors are certain its the pheromones that I release that cause women to go into heat around. There was a quiet whirring sound, which she could not place at first. It was not at all what she had expected from something as powerful as a spitting motor. She was rigidly clamped in the path of the spit, her tingling pussy lips wet with anticipation, intoxicated by the intensity of the moment.Images came to her of girls she had just seen roasting on their spits. They were erotic images, and she saw herself in their position, her pussy lips stretched around the shaft, humping the spit while.