I wait for my instructions, head down. He continues around me and slaps my creamy white ass lightly as I struggle again to control my breathing. He sp...anks me again. I am still. Again, and now I can feel the heat starting to build and spread. "Lovely," I hear him mutter as he watches my fair skin flush and gives me another, much harder spanking. "Good Girl." Standing before him arouses me in a way I've never felt before. My Master does not speak any more as he lightly brushes the back of his. He was very aware that sooner or later someone might come along who wasn't swayed much by the alpha male thing and while he had the power and technology of the Hyranthi exercising it to any significant degree in someplace as observed and controlled as the United States would definitely attract the wrong kind of attention. The Bellagio was often frequented by a wealthy clientele from around the globe and Dale believed that his time among them would aid in reaching his long-term objectives.It was. And I don’t care. If a girl I hadn’t met before showed up, I’d fuck her. Breed her.”I shook my head, letting out an exasperated sigh. “I’d fuck her right out there on the football field, with those thousands of people watching me. I just ... I just loving breeding girls.”Kurt nodded his head as my futa-dick twitched and throbbed. He glanced down at my pleated skirts, his smile growing amused. He ran a hand through his red hair—he was the reason I liked redheads in all their various hues from. He clicked the "I agree" button and found himself staring at a list of article headlines with small pictures, mostly of naked women. But they were too small to get a good view.There was a "Models" link, which sounded promising, so he clicked on that, which led to another page with a list of girl's names. Choosing one at random, he entered a page with a list of photo-shoots. He selected the first one, and suddenly he found himself staring at a page full of tiny images that seemed to be in a set..