“The fun is over, and the work resumes. Before you resume your studies, take Annette upstairs with you. You need to change your clothes from the ski... out. Ask Annette to towel you off before you begin dressing again.” The girls, obediently, filed towards the door. “Miss, Walters,” he said in a somewhat lower tone, “could you take a minute in the front parlor with Milady and me while the girls are changing their clothes?”“Miss Walters,” he began when they were in the appointed place with their. But that was common in cases like this, he reminded himself. "Have you tried the techniques?"Angela nervously brushed the auburn locks of hair from her face. "They didn't help," she said, biting her lip and smearing her lipstick.Dr. Williams stroked his beard absently. "None of them?"Angela sobbed. "I couldn't. I just couldn't." She looked away, out the window of his office. "It was just too much like a ... a ... a penis!"Dr. Williams watched his patient carefully. "And it still seems. “For something naughty.”“Creampie?”I’d never heard the term before, but I understood what she meant. Eating that wonderful filling my brother pumped into her pussy, that delicious cream. I salivated as I leaned my head down, my blonde hair brushing her thighs before I pressed my lips into her tawny bush matted with combined juices.“She’s always ravenous when she wakes up,” Sven said, grinning at me as I licked his jizz out of the lamia’s pussy.“I can tell,” moaned Zanyia, her small breasts. I used a telephone wire and Lynn used a thin wooded dowel. We beat the shit out of her leaving marks all over her tits, stomach, thighs, ass, back, pussy fur, calves and feet. She was dripping in sweat, moaning her head off, not crying, drooling all over her tits and stomach from the ball gag, and literally dripping pussy juice on the floor, she was that wet.I dropped to my knees and started to eat her. I licked up one side of her hairy pussy lips and down the other, then sucked her clit. Again.