Jane activated her nose gun and registered on the pterodactyl. The atmosphere was quite calm at the moment, so there was little bouncing around. At 1,...00 yards, Jane fired. The display said that the gun was pointing directly at the pterodactyl’s head at the moment Jane closed the trigger connection.It seemed that instantly the pterodactyl lost its head. As we expected from a beast with a distributed nervous system, the wings flapped a few more times. We continued to close with the pterodactyl. .. fuck... FUCK!" She gripped him by the hips and helped him pump her, working and fucking and grunting, knowing the whole time that there was no way in hell she was going to get to have an orgasm with this punk."Mrs. Winter..." Jimmy began, wheezing and choking as he tried to figure out what was happening to him."Yes, Jimmy?" Brenda replied calmly, patiently, even though she knew full well what the problem was."Mrs. Winter, something's wrong!" You're doing it, Jimmy," she explained. "This is. ..N is working out juuuust fine. I've never had so much fun controlling a man and making him grovel. He cleans during the day, doing whatever made-up chore he's instructed to do, sometimes just needing a harsh look when the whining starts, after that it's "of course baby" and sometimes trying to distract me with kisses and fingers sliding down my butt before I catch on and push him off. I didn't know some spots in my bathroom like shower grout could GET clean, or that the drain was actually. The idea of her having to satisfy a pack of lustful, animalistic men eager to use her in demeaning and disgusting ways, filled her with so much dread, she had a sick feeling in the pit of her stomach, and left with a burning taste of bile in her throat. She thought she was going to throw up and she also wished she could sit down because she feared her shaking legs would refuse to support her. What was even worse was that she couldn’t help imagining what those filthy those perverts would do to.