I’m so sorry but please, not D-time!” I couldn’t move. I was too scared. Master moved closer to me. I screamed. “Master pleas...e! I don’t wanna go to the Dungeon, please!” I sobbed. My tears were flowing like rain already. I didn’t want to go there. Not again. My first time in the Dungeon wasn’t a happy one. He was still building it when I moved in, a young innocent 18 year old, going to college. Coming home with bad grades was a bad good idea. I. Sometimes not so bad, and at other times violently uncomfortable - and my painkillers only dull the pain, they can't make it disappear.- And you can't see a pattern of some kind?- Absolutely not. It can be a fine day, a bad day or just your run of the mill day. Morning, noon and night. What I have eaten has no influence. I'm really without a clue.- Seems to me, you MAY have a mix of conditions, that sometimes work together, and sometimes don't. Before you leave, my nurse will measure your. With that, the cabbie stabbed her tongue into the pussy of one of the most beautiful girls in the world. The woman was an expert too. Angel reached down to push the woman’s head and mouth as tight as she could to her aching sex. But she needn’t have bothered. The woman had her arms tightly around the girl’s thighs and was ramming her face against the steaming pussy. The tongue was relentless. It sank deep into the girl. It would withdraw to dance around the luscious lips. Then it would dive. Overall, yes, she seems to be a 'furry'."We watched the aforesaid 'one note joke' being helped to her feet as two Alphadroids bore most of the weight of her chest, as they slowly escorted her to the kitchen so she could eat. Kasumi had shown up and was delicately trying to hand her a pamphlet while avoiding contact with the newcomers chest."We're going to need to build some kind of robot boob carrier for her, aren't we?" I asked a bit disconsolately."Yup," agreed Kara. "But on the upside, we.