She is playful, but needs not to remind me of my status with her, and those I chose to infect, transforming quite a few to being like her.I am her sir..., being in part a male goat and some of me still the manly human. I am cursed to be as a satyr true enough, as naturally willing to do as play and taunt too, at her doe goat sex. She enjoys this from both her human female past memories of us then too were lovers, and as the sensual creature she has evolved into during these many months.Seated and. ' I sat up, putting her thighs on top of mine and moved my foot. She scratched my sole with her nail, sending shivers up my spine. I giggled and she laughed, 'I knew my genes gave you all the same sensitivities.' 'Okee Grandma, let's have a competition,' and I started scratching both her soles and then toes. She giggled hard, 'not fair, you have both hands and I have only the left. Bring your left toes to my mouth to even things up.' Of course I knew her right side sensitivities are coming back. Faster! That's it. I'm coming. Ahhhh!”“Here it comes, bitch. Aggggg.” My camera was positioned perfectly to record his balls jerking, as he blasted his juice into her already full womb. John slowly withdrew. It was amazing that enormous penis fit inside her. The cum was pouring out her gaping pussy. “Your turn, Cucky,” Henry chuckled, as he looked at me, flashing a big grin. “Me? No fucking way.” “Ask your wife. It's all in the contract she signed. Same deal for you. No play, no pay.” I looked. "No we think he is the one who pulled the trigger on you," she said."Who thinks that?" I asked."Vlad and Anya mostly, everybody else was content to let it go or to wait for the cops to stumble on them. Especially when they all thought you would die or worse." Jen said. "Vlad and Anya wouldn't let it go though. Too bad they don't have your connections." No it isn't. I would not want them to find those two without some supervision. It would be the Russians in Afghanistan I fear. Torture, just for.