“So what am I to you anyway? A pet? Like a hamster or a goldfish? Or a blow-up sex doll with a pulse? Just a glorified cock sleeve for your tentacle...s? Don’t get me wrong, they’re very ... talented. But I can’t stay here with you. Even if it is ... really tempting to want that.” Dong continued to stare down at her. The very tip of one of its bottom tentacles moved up her legs, past her pussy and over her tits, caressing her body. She looked back out over the island and sighed. “Right. Why do I. 'Drink it all; take your time, but rink it all before I get you ready.' It didn’t taste any special, I guessed it was some mixture out of proteins, vitamins and other essentials I would need after that past evening and night. I finished quite quickly, but when I put down the empty bottle I immediately got another one pressed in my hand, he must have been watching me while I had the first bottle. 'Here's the next one, and another two are still waiting, boy' I heard him say. With the catheter in. “Stick your tongue in my ass now bitch!” he exclaimed. I buried my chin between his cheeks of his butt and pushed my tongue at the tight little hole. At first, I couldn’t get it to make entry, but slowly, the hole began to give and I could feel my tongue starting to make it’s way past the tight hole. As I look up, all I could see is his ballsack on the bridge of my nose with the tip of his cock pointed between my eyes. In the tip of his cock, I see a bit of cumming forming and get a bit of. The problem was that try as I might, I simply couldn't remember her. Not only did I not remember fucking her, which I have to admit, was a crime. I couldn't remember ever meeting her or ever hearing of a Billie Jean. Before I knew what was going on, before I could even hear the rest of her bullshit. My people whisked me and Mary Beth out of there. I really have to give Mary Beth credit. She was cool and professional. She smiled and posed for the cameras, even as they tried to turn my life.