I just wanted a little romp in the hey with such a cutie.”My cheeks grew warm at the unmistakable sounds of kissing. Greta was improvising, using he...rself as a distraction. I heard the sounds of their mouths working together, the rustling of clothing. Greta let out such a wanton, soft sigh as hay rustled.“Yeesh,” groaned the stable boy. “Yeesh, that’s nice.”“You like my pussy, huh?” Greta moaned. “Ooh, I bet you do. With such a big cock. Mmm, just pump that big dick away in me.”The hay rustled. She hated this place, hated this man for what he had placed in her body against her will. And she was wholly terrified of what would become of her. Back at the breeding cell, Ian ushered Dinah in with a grand, sweeping motion. He carefully went over her medication schedule, and then began the task of stripping Dinah naked. ‘I won’t be able to fuck you the normal way for a few weeks, so we will have to find other ways to make sure you get the cum that your body craves …’ Dinah’s fear mounted. You can cut some veggies for snacks before supper." Dad was getting a little overweight, and she had him on a raw vegetable regimen instead of his preferred taco chips and salsa.When I entered the kitchen, she was standing at the sink, her back to me, and with her hands resting on the edge, just as she had been when she read me the riot act about our kissing in the foyer. I walked up to her, hugged her from behind with my hands on her belly, and whispered in her ear, "He couldn't have stopped. In the evenings she used to cook in kitchen, and that too in undergarments. I used to be turned on and ask for sex, sometimes she agreed and sometimes she denied. When she denied, I used to then take a piece of flower and roll her over her back and side waist. She used to sometimes feel it and sometimes ask me to stop it. Sometimes she ignored it. When she ignored me, I touched her ass and roll my hand over it. It used to give her so much sexual tension that she used to ask me to stop. I.