He told me no one else can touch her or give her orders.“Should I put a collar on her?” I asked.“No, she hasn’t earned one yet. If you need to...lead her around, just grab her by those pointy nipples and twist. You can handcuff Buttercup if you like,” he tossed me some cuffs. I put them around her wrists and cuffed her hands behind her back.Buttercup didn’t give me a hard time about it. She let me pull her out of the motorhome by her nipples and promised she would follow me.I was so ready for her. I am sorry!”Her (bringing her hand forward for a shake) – “Myrah, and you are?”Me – “Nitin. Good to meet you!”Her – “why are you alone here? No friends?”Me – “Ah, I just shifted here. And I needed a break! What will you have?”Her – “And what makes you think that I would want to have a drink with you?”Me – “well if not, you wouldn’t have taken the efforts to come till here and start a conversation like that”Her – “Smart ass. Virgin Mojito.”Me – “Mine is just smart. Unlike yours. (Smiles) So,. She kept her hand over her nose while this was happening but away from her mouth so she could get as much savored as she could. Yet it was much more and soon a huge pool of dog cum/Samantha cum gathered around the back of her head on the floor, soaking up in her hair. Some of it ran down her neck and pooled between her breasts and then further till it filled her belly button and streamed off her body onto the floor beneath her. Once Buster's fluids had finally escaped the cavity of Samantha's. I am the least of my sisters.’ ‘I don’t believe that,’ I exclaimed. ‘No one could be more beautiful than you.’ A ferocious roar coming from outside the window interrupted us, she jumped up and retreated to the doorway, ‘Come on,’ she said. I followed, but then held her at the door standing between her and the window where the terrible howling was now accompanied by the sound of claws scraping on stone and the flapping of large leathery wings. ‘What is it?’ I asked. ‘Barga, a flying baboon.’.