Mary gripped her honey-brown hair, writhing her hips. “I love you, Mare,” I whispered, my hand stroking down her side, down to her baby bump. My nipples hardened. She stretched out, then beckoned to me with a single finger. I didn’t recognize the two bodyguards. “Trust me, women can be just as violent, oppressive, and harmful as men.”
There was no talking to this bimbo, and I turned my back and tried to enjoy my shower. I sat up on my elbows, a dull, pleasant ache in my well-fucked pussy and admired his muscular body as he dressed. “Good,” Mary smiled and kissed her. “Are you making my husband feel good, slut?”
“I am, Mistress,” Jessica answered. Master or Mistress would have to sort through them. Lilith had a lot of female followers. After I ate, they let me use the bathroom, but one of the guards, 127 and her huge tits, followed me in. No. “It’s what I would do.
