“Hans,” Josephine cooed. Her alabaster statuette still functioned perfectly. I groaned, leaning back in my chair, the wood creaking, and savored her. I needed to keep my client happy. “Oh, fuck her, Master,” Zanyia purred, squirming, her tail rubbing on my tits, caressing them, wrapping about the dangling mounds before sweeping over them and caressing my nipples. I took any lover I could, male or female, learning the horizontal dance. “Just cum on my tits,” Elli moaned. She’d never have let father act this way, abusing his imbuer powers to conquer all of Zeutch. The proprietor, a sour man named Gunter, only hired the bustiest girls to work for him and provided them dresses that showed off their wares. I scurried forward. I clicked more as I pressed tight against the ground and passed into the darkness beneath the door. My fingers penetrated both women. The heavy impacts had me shuddering. My real body twitched, wordless moans escaping my mouth as she lapped up my juices, enjoying her illicit pleasure. “So much.
