I am so glad you merged with me, Merita.As am I, the alien possessing my body whispered in my mind. It was because of her that four purple tentacles ...ould sprout from my pussy. Tentacles that were as sensitive as my clitoris or nipples, giving me such fluttering joy as I reamed them in and out of a girl’s tight cunny or asshole. Or I would merely apply my tentacles to their body, stroking their breasts and thighs.But we can’t play tonight, remember, Merita whispered in my thoughts.I nodded my. I stare at him unblinkingly. “Well,” he spits with contempt. “It matters not. You are a slave now, nothing more. Your god and your faith cannot help you here. You are a thing lower and more contemptable than my dog’s droppings.” He now fetches an object which I at first take to be another rope but I see it is one of the dog’s collars with a lead. He quickly straps this to my throat. It is a choking collar. I feel him pull upon it and the leather slides easily around my windpipe. I tense my. Ooooooooooo. Fucking big." It could have gone on all morning long. I wasn't even sure how far I could go especially with her sexual energy. Cynthia looked into my eyes and smiled those pearly whites of hers which always meant that she was so far satisfied. It also meant she wanted more. . Jody considered how she would do it if it was her - one day in the near future, her son walks in the door faced with his lingerie-clad mother masturbating herself. Would he jump her or would it disgust him? The chance had to be taken - no matter what his response - even if it ended in grief, Jody resolved herself. And she could not wait for a day in the near future, she could not even wait until tomorrow. It had to be tonight, if this was the path she was prepared to take? There was no time to.