With a soft, muted growl, I pushed back, pressing my ass against the unforgiving steel as he plunged the digit up to the knuckles of his hand, pulled ...ut, and then joined it with a second, then a third as the Jester and the devil mauled my tits, pulling and twisting at my own nipples until I was forced to release hers, pain overcoming my lust for a brief moment. “Lower her!” came the command, and I felt the cage drop suddenly, yanking fingers free of my sloppy cunt, fingers that were replaced. "Is Dora sleeping?" Yes darling, Glenda read her a story and Dora was asleep before the second page was finished."Glenda was a slave I purchased, mostly to help with the raising of my daughter. Mother had found her. Glenda had not been born into the Clan but introduced to it when she was a teenager - it was the life that she chose to live. Such individuals are often looked upon with suspicion by Clan insiders, but the reality was that someone that consciously made the decision to be among us. She is covered by short, finefur, her head is somewhat tigerish, and she has anexquisite tail.It really doesn’t matter. All that is really importantis that we love each other and that we love what weengage in. She is my mistress, and I am her pet. I hadmade arrangements for the two of us to live together.Don’t ask me how… it is a rather long and complicatedprocess.This is merely one truly incredible weekend we spenttogether… at home. I love her more than anyone that. Tossing her braids back, she grabbed a basket from within one of the cupboards. “I’m going to see my granma today, Mama Goose.” “Be sure to take Niggit with you, sweetling.” The girl turned with a huff and stomped her foot. “I am not a child! I want to be able to talk with Granma without Niggit sticking his nose in our conversation.” Mama Goose poured a wide-eyed Eriel more tea. “Right now it’s too dangerous for you to go out there on your own. Niggit can help cut Granma some wood for the.