"So this is the girl, huh?" said the short, stubble-faced man in a leather jacket and oily hair. "Yeah, I guess she's probably worth a hit or two." Ca...los, what's going on?" Nica asked. "Who is this?" Nica, this is Inacio," Carlos said. "I was telling him what a nice blow job you give and he just had to see for himself." You're a foxy bit of trim, girl," said the oily man. "If that mouth of yours feels as sweet as it looks, ol' Uncle Inacio has a treat for you."Nica's confusion was back in full. There was no discomfort, and I wasgrateful for that. There was very little flow and a single sanitarynapkin could have normally lasted for a week if I had not showeredseveral times per day.I changed it whenever I showered. Usually this meant about two or threetimes a day, depending on what I had been doing. Each time I showered Iliberally scented my bitch parts with expensive perfumes but there wasno hiding my condition. The dogs could detect my pheromones and bitchscents half a block away even. Squealing excitedly, she ran to me and hugged me tightly, bouncing excitedly. When she noticed my reaction, she stopped. “Sorry,” she said, then purposely rubbed once more against the prominent lump in the front of my pants.“No, I’m not,” she laughed as she rubbed against me, reaching up to give me a quick kiss. “Your spousal equivalents have explained to us that you don’t expect or want to be rewarded for what you did for us. Whether or not I agree with them, I promised that I wouldn’t reward. And once again I was flooded from within and he lapped at it gracefully, while my hands were pressing his face into my cunt. He got up and carried me to his large work table. He laid me there and pulled me to the edge, with both my legs dangling free. He then took hold of them and came close to me. I could feel now the heat from his throbbing, hard manhood. “Take me my master. Come into me. I am waiting for you with so much anticipation. Take me and love me” I said. And he placed himself.