Feeling a little thirsty now, she slipped out of her backpack once againand took out her canteen. Then she settled down on her haunches to sip herwate... and check the breeze for scents. Sure enough, there was a sweet but vinegarytang on the air: the aroma of boy cream and stiff fairy cocks. But where wasit coming from? It seemed to be everywhere, a part of every breeze she sampled.Just then, she glanced to her right and saw two fays, each about a foot long,with big green moth wings, who had. “That’s alright, silly. You were a very nice foot girl for me last night. You even knew you should smell and kiss to finish the day. I think it won’t take long to train you into the perfect slave I deserve to own.”Sonia said these things while her hands played with Maya, running through her hair, cupping her cheeks, and exploring her naked chest, making the girl moan with pleasure. Sonia quietly chuckled, amused.“See? Being my slave is not so bad. Now get up.”Maya sighed, wanting to be touched. She saw him reach for her and tried to scream, a hoarse, croaking sound escaping through her swollen lips. She hit at his hand frantically and gasped as it wrapped around her throat picking her up as easily as if she were a feather. Her hands wrapped around his fingers, nails digging in as she choked, trying to pry them loose as black spots erupted in front of her eyes. She had almost gotten away from him. It was sloppy, not locking the door behind him. Sloppiness wasn’t allowed. It could get. This would give me an instant erection and it was difficult to hide my state of horniness from my wife and s*s's husband. I don't remember exactly how it evolved, but as the days and weeks of these visits wore on, s*s and I secretly devised a way to release our sexual tensions. Because we all drank a lot of beer during the card playing, it seemed that one of us was always heading to the bathroom to urinate. On s*s's first trip of the evening she would sit on the toilet and masturbate herself to.