"But with both of you, there are... Conditions. Factors. Things that make it hard for you to act and survive normally."Arie said nothing, her face bla...k.Zach pitched in. "How would you like it if we said, 'Oh, something's wrong with Arie, so we should just leave her to get killed by that wrong thing.' How would you feel?"Arie's face softened, wrinkled, as if she had bit into something sour."So don't say that about Faith," Christa said."All right," said Arie softly. She gave a mock sniffle. "Any. In addition, there is a firm, perky bottom that looks so good that you want to bite it in her tight sports clothes. The whole thing is rounded off by her pretty oval face with a small elegant nose and full kissable lips. In addition, there is her long brown hair, which she mostly wears open. And last but not least, the absolute eye-catchers of her dream figure are her lush breasts, which have at least the cup size D and protrude bulging from her body. Mrs. Schuster herself works as a. My thoughts are disjointed now, and the rooms spins wildly. My throat spasms, as if to vomit, but there's nothing to expel. My ears begin to ring, drowning out the ceaseless noise of the outside world. I try to sit up, but the rooms spins faster, and the ring grows louder. My sense of touch fades away, and nose begins to ache, as if I were inhaling air straight from the arctic.In a single moment, all my senses return to normal. The transition stuns me, and I take a moment to collect my. I move quickly to the den and over to the bar. I pour his drink and grab a tray. Carrying it back to the room, I take a deep breath and enter quietly. He hasn’t moved. His flaccid cock lays to the side. His dress shirt is still buttoned and he’s leaning his head back, his eyes closed. I kneel before him, holding the tray and very quietly say, “Your drink, Master Alex.” My head is down. I see his tattooed hand reach out and grab the glass. I don’t move. I hold the tray completely still and wait..