I hope I'm wrong, but I doubt that he's ever going to make a command leader," Mark said.Jackie looked up from the cooing over Susan. "So much for 'On,...King! On, you huskies!'" she smirked."What are you going to do with them?" Danny asked. "Race them?" Oh, we might try a race, some time, but these aren't speed dogs," Mark replied. "Mostly, just run around in the woods, up and down the trail. Maybe try some winter camping. Somehow, it seems more satisfying than bar hopping with a snow machine.". Not only is the grip my pussy has on the phallus way too tight, but there’s some squishy gunk that feels like chewed gum adhering my flesh to the plant.“Hmm…” Maybe I can pull it by the stalk…My fingers caress their way down a stiff petal that now feels like a thin, flexed muscle. Just as my digits slip between the gap between the petals, there’s a loud squish of a pop and I feel the girthy stalk slap against my fingers as it’s ejected from the flower’s center like a hot dog out of a. Thankfully, he didn’t; he was too lost in his own pleasure, slapping his heavy hand against her taut skin, leaving a delicious sting on her rear end. The sound of his slap excited her; it filled her with every purpose. Leila did her best to forget about her own pleasure and focus on her Master’s. He required her undivided attention, but her concentration began to break away when she felt the force of his body into hers. She panted. “I… serve you… Master. Only you, and just you—” A moan escaped. "Bot-bot needs to go out into the world." But he's like a baby animal," Terri said. "He imprints on people. Right now he looks around for me or Rachel. If he sees us, he follows us. If he doesn't see us, then he looks for other people on his list. If he doesn't find anybody he knows, he sits there. If he sits too long, he sulks and whimpers." You can demonstrate this?" Chen asked."Bot-bot, leave the room," Terri commanded. Bot-bot rose up on his tracks, made a sad beep. His 'head' circled,.