He manages to remember to knock on the door before entering, but as it is not fully closed, his knocking opens it anyway. Joyce is standing there wide...-eyed at the door, a towel clasped in her hands over her heaving breasts. Her cat ears are pressed flat over her head. She is a sight to see for sure. The towel manages to drape over the rest of her body, but Caleb catches a glimpse of her tail hanging down between her legs. She seems slightly out of breath and her hair is wet. But overall, yes,. ”Trent groaned, and the sound was so pitifully comical that it set Courtney and Pierce both to laughing.“Well, if he doesn’t want it...” Courtney teased.The mattress dipped as Trent sat up. “Oh, I want it.”Courtney locked her gaze with Pierce. “And I want that cock. Fuck me.”“Oh yeah,” Pierce said as he rose above her, revealing said cock bobbing in anticipation.Trent was moving as well. “Make her come, and then show me just how big that load is.”“Hope you’re hungry,” Pierce said as he. As long as Isauria followed instructions, she had nothing to fear. If she didn’t understand something, her owner encouraged her to request clarification. It was important that Isauria understood her responsibilities and why she needed to perform each duty in a certain way, so the only stupid questions were the ones she neglected to ask.The social distance that normally would distinguish an owner from a slave was absent in Danka’s relationship with Isauria. Danka used the lower-class form of. A bit too much, maybe. I've been his live-in maid for years. I can't remember the last time he did anything for me." That's not the way it should be," Rhea's voice was gentle, but there was steel somewhere underneath it. "A boy should look after his mum every once in a while. After all, you've been taking care of him, haven't you? It's only fair." Oh, I suppose," she shrank in her chair a bit, feeling like she was being judged. She took another, bigger drink."When my boy Charles comes over from.