You only have cunts, three of them.” To reinforce her power over me, she attached her bill for my anal training, five thousand dollars. I hadn’t contacted Connie since my ultimate submission to Flufflepuss. Then Flufflepuss dropped down and rolled on her back. His head rested on the back of mine, and his tongue lolled out the left side of his jaws as he panted and pummeled my anus. I wanted to break the window. More was only wasted. After four days of hunting fruitlessly, Kane grew less frantic to find Flufflepuss. Living without standing, alongside a handsome husky and a snippy sheltie, tore at my heart with loneliness. “Flufflepuss. I wouldn’t have cum. Therefore, I gritted my teeth and guided his shining member into my barely greased sphincter. Against Connie’s wishes, I took him for a walk. “No, Silvee. “No.” My trainer commanded. Because she sees you only as an expendable member of the pack, you must earn her obedience.
