"Hi! I'm Kyra. Would you like some of our literature?"What a radiant smile. And those dangerous curves! Damn, she was fine looking. Even for a "booth ...bimbo," she was stacked."I'm interested in the P-8082 CPU that Positron has been working on. Do you have anything on that?" Well, no, but we're almost to market with a talking calculator. These brochures tell all about -- "Theron missed the rest. He was too busy running his eyes down the lush contours of what lay beneath the too-tight-fitting. When she didn't seem to notice after a few minutes, Barry began to lightly carress the firm flesh beneath his hand, the whole while watching her for some sort of sign that she felt him. He was shocked when he felt her move back, and quickly pulled his hand away. But when she backed up into him and started swaying her hips, grinding her tiny ass into his crotch, Barry got the point! He put his hand back on her ass and began outright groping her! She moved forward and stopped swaying, but kept. She’d chase after grasshoppers or little snakes. I used to love finding grass snakes as a child and biting their heads off with savage enthusiasm before the slavers would collect us and put us to work or to train.My pussy grew hotter thinking about breeding. Shadow magic imbued me. Only select lamia could breed, those of us chosen to be pleasure slaves had our shadows in our wombs twisted, making us infertile. But I wanted it so badly. My body ached to have a kitten and nurse her.“Zanyia,”. " Justine grimaced, tapping one delicate high heeled foot infrustration. "Except the part about my being a real sexpot."Reaching into her genuine leather purse to withdraw a plastic baggiefilled with hand rolled cigarettes - very fat, hand rolled cigarettes -the young woman grumbled. "The spirits you called must have gottenconfused. They thought I wanted to be a potHEAD, because these werescattered all over my apartment when I woke up. The butts, roaches,whatever they call the used up.