“Fuck her, husband,” she moaned. “Let’s share our naughty sex slave.”“Yes, yes, share me!” I yowled as Master pressed his dick against m... asshole, wet with his sister’s juices. The incestuous cream made his cock feel so slick against my sphincter.“Gods, you are one wicked sex slave,” Master groaned as he pressed forward against my asshole.“I am, Master!” My tail stiffened. My anal ring widened to swallow more and more of his cock. My pussy clenched down on Ealaín’s dick buried in me. “Las’s. His wrist ached from his wound, he had gathered some herbs to dull the pain, but the ache was growing. He had followed the river, knowing of a larger village some way down. He would, hopefully, be able to enlist their aid in cleansing his village. He settled down for the night, kneeling by the river he prayed for the spirits for guidance on what to do, he prayed for their aid. He asked them to only show him a sign that his plans would succeed for saving his old village.The sonic boom came from. It only took a few minutes until I felt his cock grow and get harder then pulse as he unloaded his sperm in my bowels. He fucked me twice that afternoon before going home. As he left he politely asked if he could come back for more sometime, I told him that he was welcome to come over and use me anytime he wanted.He started coming over every afternoon when he saw me getting home from work. He told me that he walked past my apartment one evening when he looked over he noticed that my blinds were. He felt frozen to his chair as if time had stopped. Unconnected images and sounds flashed in his memory: Mr. Willoughby, his skinny teacher yelling there was no school because a war had started; his Aunt Hope screaming in anguish when he told her that the soldiers had taken Uncle Luke away; the blue-clad men whistling as they smashed down his father's fence; his mother reading and rereading Robert's few letters and folding them away into the drawer of the washstand by her high-backed bed. He.