All I needed was to touch her skin in some way and I could get a glimpse of her memories and try to determine what made Vikkor her master. Then I had ...o figure out a way to convince her that Vikkor did not make a good master. Sure.Alexandria looked at my offered hand, "What? You want to shake hands like warriors about to do battle or something?"I thought about that for a second and nodded. "Something like that."She shook her head again. "I may have been standing still as my Mistress instructed,. .. now..." between pants."God," she said, glancing meaningfully downwards, "Obviously you clean your mess."After she had him clean his own cum out of her pussy with his mouth, and made him give her yet another orgasm, she collapsed on her back.Her own breath caught back up, she said with a scowl, "You are seriously the worst, 'dearest father.' You were just going to what, rape your own daughter, 'Dad?'"Quietly, he told the truth. "Yes." Yeah, fuck you. I let you do it this time basically. "He pulled away and Crack! Crack! Crack! The strikes came in quick succession, stealing my time to adjust. I cried in pain but also craved more. "He freed my wrists and lifted me up, back against his chest, only to slam me down, impaling me with his monster cock, as his massive arms splayed my legs open. I reached my arms behind my head to tangle my fingers in his thick fur. His rough tongue lapped my sensitive ears and neck. My backside slid up and down his furry chest as his thrusting. I had asked him for a new car, but instead he gave me the Nats." She looked up and made a face, putting her tongue in her cheek. "I haven't thanked him yet."She paused as a small chuckle moved through the room. She frowned. I think she had expected a bigger laugh. She took a breath and dropped the smile."My husband as general manager and owner and Mr. Harder as field manager put this team together over the last six months or so." She paused and looked around the room; her knuckles whitened as.