With his teenage spots, lanky limbs and greasy black hair he wasn’t really her type but in all honesty, she didn’t really know what her type was a... she had had very few relationships with boys. She was intrigued to know what was so important that he needed to show her.“Hey Darren!” She smiled pleasantly.“It’s Dazza, not Darren, only my fucking Ma calls me that!”“Oh sorry!” You felt anger rising in your body. “I’ll just go then shall I? Dazza?”“ Stay where you is, Robyn!” He grinned. Did she come with any other clothes or is that it?" Amanda asked, referring to the simple sun dress, tennis shoes, and blue leather collar around her neck with a small bell hanging from it."The dealership only provided what she has on. Well, we did stop on the way home for the collar," I admitted."You're incorrigible, you know that?" Amanda said. When she's right, she's right. "Alright, I'll have to take her shopping tomorrow. Hmm. That tail makes certain clothes tricky, doesn't it." Some. I heard her groan as she started to revive wriggling under me as I straddled her hind end on the hotel bed face down. My black snake buried all the way up her white mouse hole tickling her k**neys no doubt. As she came to, I laid down over her, reaching around to squeeze her mammoth tits with my left hand as my right hand stirred around in her wet pussy, my hips making small humping motions like a dog does on your leg when it's in heat.“Ooooooooh,” she moaned, “what....what are you doing....to. When she looked back towards Maya, she could see her grinning ear to ear. Bitch. It was just her way of reminding Sue that she was gagged and helpless. ‘You can thank Marty for this one. It was a pet project of the late robotics expert George Englevol. His family donated quite a few prototypes and one-of-a-kind models. As usual, most of them went into storage and Not for Display. A few of them were a bit naughty, in a genius, mad scientist, sexual deviant, kind of way. You’d hardly know it.