She walks over and pets its head. I guess that is its head - the biggest part with a mouth of sorts with a slimy pink tongue dangling. I have to be dr...eaming. This can't be happening. Then, a leaf-covered stem circles my breast and begins teasing my nipple. "Oh, he is ready. Would you like some privacy, dear? Or would you prefer I stay? He is perfectly safe, I assure you."I whimper, "Please stay, ma'am." Oh, call me, Helga," she says sweetly. "I will be sprucing up some of the others and you. " You remember that I told you that the man who came here was Peter Hotaling? And that I work with Peter at McCarthy Publishing?" Yes, Mistress." Peter looks like the man who harmed you, but he would never harm you, or myself. He's a good man who shares our affinity for bondage. Would you be able to stay calm in his presence knowing this?" I think so, Mistress. If you wish me too." I do, and I wish you to understand that not all men want to hurt you. There will always be terrible men like your. She tried to take my hands off her but was unssuccessful beacuse of my strong grip. I was throughly enjoing the situation. Her struggling made me unshameful and I proceeded further. She cried no and gave me a handful of threats but I didn't stop. I lifted of the red shirt and my eyes almos pop out at looking her body. She was angelic looking and her cups were perfect. I scooted her up and took her to her bedroom. She was sobbing now but I had already told her that I was In control and if she. Normally when I eat someone out, I spend a lot of time focusing on the clitoris, but as I mentioned above, their anatomy apparently lacked them. While they could receive sexual stimulation from their tiny, flat breasts and, to a lesser extent, their skin in general, nearly all of their sexual stimulation came from the inner lining of their vaginas.Oh, and one other really weird thing: Their vaginal juices had a garlic aftertaste. No freaking clue why, but they did.I spent eight minutes.