They took the elevator to the fourth floor and stopped in front of apartment 42 when finally she got the nerve to meet his eyes. ‘This is it. Thank ...you, Harvey.’ Harvey looked down at her and smiled a very sad smile, a wishful smile, a regretful smile. Then very quietly he said, ‘Good night Miss Sarah Rose.’ He began to walk away. Bypassing the elevator, he made his way to the stairwell and Sarah watched him go. She turned back to her apartment and opened the door. She entered and looked. “It feels that way too,” I said. “You can touch me if you want to.” She put her hands on my thighs and stroked them, moving around the back of my legs and up to my buttocks, squeezing and feeling the muscles. Then she moved her hands around to the front, my sides, my belly, my hips and back down to my thighs. Then, her nerve worked up, she took my cock in her hand with a firm grip and gave it a few experimental strokes. She held it up, so as to get a better look at my balls, examining them. “Why, Rithi?” I prayed to my Goddess. “Do you want me to use my sexual arts on these freaks?”“Maybe she does,” Sven said.I shot him a look, anger bubbling through me.“It’ll be fun, Mistress,” Zanyia purred, her tail swishing as she fell onto her hands and knees. She rubbed at her furry muff with one hand, sliding fingers up and down her leg. Nathalie joined her, the slave girl naked, her small breasts quivered. She had a big grin on her face, looking at my brother as she got her twat nice and. I told her to never use the word “dick” around adults, either.“Can I see your – um - dick again, tonight?” she asked.I said, “Yes, but you have to show me something. And let me touch it.” I may as well get something out of it.I was prepared. My PJs and briefs were down to my knees and I was stroking a major boner under the sheet. Soon enough, she tip toed into my room. I pointed to my tent and told her I was ready, but I wanted to see her, first. Slowly, she pushed her PJ bottoms and panties.