When Husband's Away, Part 2
Thumb as kerra was doing.
Slave Camp - Second Servings
Got it, kerra-honey?" kerra nodded. "yes, master." he laughed. "smart girl!" kerra went and knelt, her back to the curtain. emerson glowered as he found himself again in the back of the three rows making up his 'class.'
Slave Camp - Lessons
Chorused emerson and kerra, kerra with a quaver in her voice from the vibrator still playing havoc inside her sex, emerson through gritted teeth. kerra continued, "my ass begs for a reminder!" while emerson's shout was "my butt begs for a reminder!"
The Truth of the Blood
"b-by the way, princess... my name is kerra." slipping the wine glass, now nearly empty, into her left hand, kerra extended her right to shake with the princess.
That Dastardly Device 2: Dirty Deeds
Neither truly minded; kerra could only imagine a thick-cocked wolf fucking her tod right before her eyes, and emerson could only picture himself grinding his hips up between kerra's spread legs.
Slave Camp - Arrival
He and kerra were in what amounted to a kennel; if they'd wanted to pull apart, they didn't have room to. the walls were solid plastic, and metal bars covered one long side, behind kerra's back.
Safe at last
Ruffle of kerra's head.
Slave Camp - Eating Out
kerra wasn't there.
Slave Camp - Fun Times Behind
Emerson rubbed kerra's cheek with a paw and she leaned into it gratefully.
Slave Camp - Getting Sleepy
kerra's eyes were wide, watching.
Slave Camp - Carrots and Sticks
The first slave stood to go practice on kerra. kerra was starting to sag again, the tiny dose of venom having spent its force inside her.
Slave Camp - Evening Wears On
kerra and emerson watched in unpleasant fascination.