Her heart-rate, however, was at the top end of acceptable."Well, Monty, what do you think?" Health-wise, we've got our work cut out, sir. But I think ...we can motivate her now." Good. Need relief?" No thanks, sir. I'm good." Pity. I don't think Pete or I want the job, either," the Major said, glancing back at Jesmina. "Still, I expect we can get it up soon enough." He looked at the other women, then at his watch. "Pete ... let's give Zero One a turn in the kitchen this week, what do you. Kind of resembled his own cock, come to think of it. Funny, though, that looked like writing on its side. Yep, something scrawled on the skin in blue ballpoint ink."This IS your own cock, Roochie boy. You KNOW what to do with it."Roochie was his baby name. No one had called him that for, gosh, at least a couple of decades. WHAT THE FUCK WAS GOING ON HERE?Well, he did know what he could do with that hanging hard cock, an apparent exact duplicate of his own cock. Dream or not, he needed it inside. She whimpered a bit as her asshole adjusted to the thickness but with a little bit of lube, she managed to take it all on the fourth attempt. I have had my own asshole spread with this toy a few times and I can't take it for very long. So when she whimpered I knew exactly what she was experiencing. I figured with her bung freshly filled, it was safe to walk down the hall and get out of my jeans and into something a little more comfortable. Not wanting to get caught naked, I threw on some. You’re just aching to be fucked. You’re just a naga-slut dripping for my cock to fuck her.”“Naga-slut?” she hissed, her body squeezing tight.I fought the grunt of pain, teeth clenched. Then I latched onto her nipple and sucked with all my might. I drew that nipple deep into my mouth. My tongue danced around the nub while my finger twisted the other. She let out a hissing moan, her body shifting again.Her pussy pressed against my dick, a dripping, hot slit surrounded by her hot scales. She felt.