On the rear of the pulling harness where a pouch where their hands had been inserted into a small padded compartment, superficially it resembled a sma...ll backpack that was fastened with a harness of straps around their shoulders, breasts and upper chest. The lid on top of the backpack permitting the Master to do a weekly check-up on the condition of the hands and clip the fingernails. The collars they had used since their arrival had then been unlocked and removed, but immediately replaced by a. I turned my head up to face him and smiled. He smiled and I moved up to kiss him. His kiss was soft and passionate. As I rested my head again, he told me he had been thinking about me since that morning, but was worried of the age difference. I said "I don't mind it", and started running my nails up and down his stomach again. I was staring at his shorts, the bulge was decent and flexed every time my nails went around his belly button. I stretched, arching my back, and ran my hand down his. She had a needle and thread that she had stolen from a seamstress in the next human village; she had once seen how human girls used their delicate fingers to stitch together embroidered shirts and handsome dresses and she wanted to give it a try too. She never thought that she would use these things to tend to an incubus. She made sure to brush off the dust on his guts before she pushed them back in. Her hands were soaked in blood and her sensitive nose itched with the scent of wounded flesh. They know what kind of man I am I’ll take this lying down using me the way they want and passing their panties down. Tonight, while in my bed I’ll use this newest pair breathing in the pungent scent to guess the days of wear. Stroking my hood until I come licking the panties clean cry with shame until I sl**p it’s not a pretty scene. In the morning lust returns shame completely gone being the slut I know I am I put the panties on. I spend the day, a sexual high while showing a casual air giving.