Thankfully, that was usually something he wanted, too.Each time he met Elaine’s eyes, he definitely saw an edge in them, something violent, somethin... deadly, and some awareness lurking within. She was as old as Antoinette, and it’d be stupid to think that she couldn’t fight the Prince if it came to it. And still, despite all that, Antoinette felt comfortable having sex with her, and smooshing Jack between their boobs like he was sliced meat in desperate need of being sandwiched.Maybe it was. I could see that he used to sneak into my shirt whenever I wore formals.He also used to touch my hands while handling mouse and keyboard. I slowly realized that he was attracted to me. I also didn’t make any effort to stop all this as I was also liking it. I also now tried seducing him by showing my even more or by bending down in front of him for any silly reason.He slowly also started getting my signals. We were getting more comfortable by each passing day. We used to go for lunch outside. Assaulting me and breeding me in my own home. I laid back and accepted my fuck. I accepted it just to be able to survive it. I let my arms drop to my side, I allowed my breasts to flop back and forth from the sheer vigor and force the dog was perpetrating on my flesh. Its cock stretched my insides to its limit with each invasive thrust deep inside my body. I laid there, staring at the ceiling as the massive Great Dane raped me. It’s cock delved deep, separating my walls, pushing its way deeper. The idea was that if more of his semen landed on her feet than the shower floor, then he would be allowed to have sex with her. If not…well… the game was over. Semen that landed on her legs or ankles did not count. Whatever was on her feet was compared to what was on the floor and it had to be clearly more for a win. If she reached the count of thirty before he had an orgasm, the game was over, he would have to stop and endure a cold shower…the end result he never wanted. Danny dropped a large.