You see, there's another personal detail you need to understand I'm a man-hating lesbian. Even my therapist says so. Most lesbians aren't man-hatin...g, I know, but I'm the exception that proves the rule."I sat down, sweating, hoping this was all some bizarre hoax. "Many individuals will be naturally immune." I know that, Dr. Ellenbogen. That's why I've released seventeen different strains. I think that should cover all the bases, don't you?" Why are you telling me this?" My work is done. . I got up and found His Honor trying to climb out of his temporary quarters, all the time complaining to his landlord about his accommodations."Hey, guy. I'm not the easy mark she is. That's your bed and you're staying there." He gave me a nasty look and crouched down as if he was thinking of making a leap for freedom. "Don't even think about it," I said, "or you'll find yourself out in the hall." He quieted down, but it didn't last long.When Beth came out of the shower the feline sympathy. We hug each other tight as I begin to scratch his back. Master loves having his back scratched in the shower. If he were a dog, his back leg would be jerking, but instead his dick gets harder and harder as it's pressed against me.I reach for the soap and start rolling it around in my hands to create lots of suds. Then I kneel in front of Master and reach out to grab his monstrous wet cock with both hands. They are so slippery, sliding up and down his shaft. Then I reach between his legs as far. She opened her legs and dropped her hand down inside the material and towards her pubic bush; she knew she was still wet.Her hand found her mound between her legs, and she slipped a finger inside herself before withdrawing it. She brought the hand to her nose and sniffed, her pleasure increasing. The fingers found her lips, and she realized it tasted as good as it smelled.She slid off her pants and began to suck on the thick material, tasting everything that had dripped from her pussy in the.