. y-you don't h-have to d-do this, I p-promise I'll be a g-good g-girl. Y-y-you won't h-hear a p-peep from m-me." I finished tieing her left wrist and...began with her right one before responding. "But don't you understand, I WANT to do this. 'The Beast' is already out, I let it out the moment that lock clicked." Seeing the look of horror dawn on her face at this revelation set the thumping at my temples to full throttle, it was only then that she began to struggle. I think some of the initial. My stomach twisted. The timing was ... suspicious. Right now, Xera and Minx were breaking into the Great Vault. I stood and cast my gaze around the room. The Doge had still not arrived, though none of his guests, enthralled by the delights he had procured, cared. Angela stood before a knot of young women who praised her while a centaur stood proud behind her.Another cock I needed to examine.Sophia lay sprawled on the floor watching a sphinx lick a mature woman’s pussy while a bold man fucked. That’s when everyone else went crazy. My dad grabbed Mrs. Sweet, pushed her down on the couch, started kissing her, and put his hand up her skirt.It didn’t take long before Mrs. Sweet’s skirt was up around her waist, and my father was pulling down her pantyhose and panties. When he had her panties off, he serviced Mrs. Sweet’s pussy like his wife was servicing Mr. Sweet’s cock. Betty Sweet was not protesting. I could hear her encouraging my father as she spread her legs wide and crooned,. She wrote something on a slip of paper.Miss Lawrence opened her thighs releasing me and said, “Get up.”I stood, she said, “Get dressed,” I pulled my shorts and slacks back up.She was looking from me to her thighs, thighs that were now coated with a white creamy substance, my semen, and then back at me. “You’re not only a naughty boy; you’re a nasty boy, too.”She locked those evil eyes on me, handed me the slip of paper she’d written on and said, eight o’clock tonight and don’t be late, now get.