Her back arched. She let out a gasping cry of passion. I jammed two fingers into her smooth depths, pumping in and out of her, driving her wild.“Sve..., Sven, I...” Her head shot up. “Oh, no. I have to go.”Before I could ask, the statue went lifeless. Then began shrinking. I jerked my finger out of her pussy. Zanyia hissed in surprise, her hair bristling, her tail sticking out straight behind her. The magic animating the statue vanished. It dwindled down into a little statuette the size of my. Looks like I can get a little more action this way than lifting weights." That's in the program for tonight too, David. We can't lose that game to South High next week," Coach Robinson said with some severity. "On the other hand, a little recreation would be in order. You've been working hard for the game."Coach Robinson moved to her legs, unbuckling the cuffs and lowering her feet to the floor. Betty let out a little groan of relief. It felt good having her feet back on the ground. Her thighs. “Give it a minute and it will start to ease up and feel better.” I reassure her. Soon I start to feel her begin to move her hips slowly back and forth against me. Laying her back gently I slip an arm behind each of her knees and slowly raise her legs up onto my shoulders to let be penetrate her deeper. As we start to find a rhythm she starts to moan deep from inside. It’s an almost animal like sound in its depth and intensity. Her pussy is getting so wet I can hear the squishing sound it makes. .. anything. The house seems to be quiet and I start to relax a little. Then, a noise again. This time definitely not the rain or the storm but from inside the house. The sound of someone moving about clumsily. I freeze, my senses alert.It is when I reach for the bell that I remember that I am alone in the house. Normally I would use the small bell next to the clock to summon my slave. But I had sold her at the market only two days before and hadn’t been impressed by any of the replacements. I.