Yes...?He pleaded.I don't have a companion she replied.He rolled through, tumbling along the floor a few paces.He looked up to the box playing the music.When the match reached half-time, she crumpled her finished can and looked over to his.Her aged stamina was failing, her legs soon unable to hold up her weight, and her back, weakened from arching and convulsing in ecstasy could not keep her upright.She fell forward, holding herself on her knees and elbows with her pussy still locked on my face.She should also start to produce milk in a day dirty or two.All these old emotions that I normally tried to ignore were bubbling up through me. My nipples ached, my areolas feeling so puffy and itchy.Grace replied.I shifted.Grabbing her by the hair pulling her up.Suck him and I'll loosen you up toy I said granny pouring baby oil over her arse so it slid to her cunt, as it did I rammed my cock in. Then pulled it all the way out,And repeated the movement.I did that about a dozen times then slid her dildo up her at the same time as my cock.After they both went to her roommates house to grab their belongings and shower Alice got a text from a random number she didn’t recognise. Alistair wouldn't let Taylor move away. (Although, she though, Alistair's blackmail material had been the aged threat of embarrassing Taylor, and Taylor could hardly be more embarrassed than by the videos of her on Laura's website.)Erica, on the other hand, let herself be tortured because she was just naturally a submissive fake-lesbian slut. She was born to be abused and raped, Laura knew now. If Laura stayed with Erica, she would never be a normal girl, because Erica would always need to be raped and pissed on and made to cry, and so Laura would need to do those toy things to her. And, despite everything, Laura couldn't bring herself to leave Erica, who had been so obedient, and had helped Laura through all her blackmail by granny being there for Laura to abuse. dirty No matter how degraded Laura had become, she had always been able to make Erica feel worse, and that had helped.She could at least stop drinking piss and eating dog food, though, couldn't she? Her mind rebelled at the thought. She had been too well conditioned. old Normal food made her sick. And she loved the taste of piss and cum so much. Even if she started a new life, she knew she would keep eating piss and cum and dog food, by choice. She would need to be milked, too. She couldn't milk herself.