As soon as she said that I slapped her across the face with my right hand. "Don't raise your voice at me bitch! You're my bitch now!" I said, then sla...ped her in the face again with my left hand. With that she fell. I pulled her up to her knees. With her hands cuffed behind her back she couldn't block my slaps. I leaned her back up against the part of the table that had drawers and I repeatedly slapped her gorgeous face over and over and over again with alternating with both hands throwing her. It seemed to go on forever, his body shaking in pleasure but then he lowered himself onto me, our chests stuck together with my cum. He settled his head next to mine and relaxed, his cock buried deeply inside me. I waited, my legs still wrapped around his broad back, content to lay under him, full of his cock and cum until he wanted to move. I had left Jay’s apartment after our last evening together listening to him chuckle as I carefully took smaller steps than usual to give my abused hole as. I was almost finished with the Labrador that I was working on, giving him a flea dip, trimming his coat and cutting his nails. He was a sweetheart of a dog and his patience was amazing. He just let me do as I wished and never gave me any problems. I was talking to him as I worked and I believe he knew what I was saying. That was more than I could claim. As I put him in his holding cage until his master picked him up, I once again looked at the clock and saw that my time was up. I could go home. He noted when they left the mist surrounding his men. Al, in the meantime, monitored the instructions Ghost One was receiving. He marveled at the continued ingenuity of these humans.The next several minutes were interesting for Ghost One. Companions, since the beginning of time, had managed and controlled the connections to their hosts. The Companions in the Platoon may be new to this universe, but they were still symbiotes, and understood their place and function in the scheme of things. This.