It was all he knew. It was what he craved.Finally, Lorraine could feel his hot breath on her buttocks and she jumped slightly as his tongue found her ...nus, the feeling sending shivers of delight through her whole body.As Kim continued to French kiss her arsehole, his owner explained, “Despite his love for my arsehole…well, everyone’s, really!!…I don’t think I could get him to eat my shit. But he is willing to lick you clean for you after you’ve taken a shit…if you hide the toilet paper, that. "How did we get here?" David asked."We are in your mind sir. This is a virtual representation of you, well at least as you view yourself. It is pretty bleak and dull though. We will defiantly need to work on this. But first we have some matters to discuss."David stared at the woman in disbelief. "What!!" Sir, as I said last time we were here, you are the descendant of Commander Alexander Jenkins. Commander Jenkins was a member of an ancient race of beings known as the Kreg'ar. Commander Jenkins. Grinning he stroked his erection a few times causing the slippery saliva to coat his enormous, shaved phallus. Crouching a little, he peered between Catherine's open legs gazing at her smooth pussy and crinkled rosebud before forcing his penis into her ass.Although Catherine had tried to prepare herself for this possibility, she didn't see it coming. The scream she let out startled Megan who looked desperately into her mother's eyes. There, she saw pain, humiliation, horror and fear. Their. Do you put any nice patterns in your cloth when you are weaving, Decala?”She stared at John in wonder. “No. I was never asked to make a new pattern, just provide cloth to the pattern of the tribe. It was their standard pattern for normal clothing, to denote the tribe we belonged to. Why would you need a different pattern?”John gave a short laugh. “Fashion, dear girl, fashion!”Maranga was puzzled, and so was Decala.“What is this ‘fashion’, John?” Maranga asked.He gazed at her in amazement. “You.