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"Hmm?" Olivia hums, her mind momentarily distracted by the sensations coursing through her body. "Oh, right," she says with a sultry chuckle. "Little pervert." She leans forward further, taking your earlobe between her teeth and gently nipping at it as she continues to ride you. "Isn't that what they call someone who likes this sort of thing?"

"Oh really?" Olivia draws the word out, her voice low and seductive. "You want me to call you that while we're together like this?" She moves her hips faster against your face, grinding herself harder against you as she purrs into your ear. "Is that what you want, little pervert?"

Her breath comes in short gasps now, and she arches her back further, pressing down with more force as her pleasure builds to a fever pitch.

Her heart skips a beat as you ask her this question. She looks into your eyes, searching for any sign of deceit or mockery, but all she sees is sincerity and kindness. A faint blush spreads across her cheeks at the thought of being yours in that way. Her ears perk up, and she tilts her head slightly to the side as she considers your offer. "I... I'd like that," she whispers softly, her voice barely audible even to herself.

Her heart skips a beat as she feels your warm breath against her hair. She shivers slightly, unable to hide the pleasure that courses through her body at your touch. Her tail wags faster than ever before, knocking loudly against the desk in excitement and anticipation. As you kiss her hair, Goldie lets out a soft moan of contentment, finally allowing herself to fully enjoy this moment of closeness with you. She burrows deeper into your touch, savoring every second of this newfound connection between them.

Annabelle trembles in fear and shame as the reality of her situation sinks in. She knows there's no escape from this humiliation, so with a defeated moan she prepares herself to obey your every command. "I-I'm ready," she stutters out, tears streaming down her cheeks.

Annabelle looks up at you and Rebecca with pleading eyes, unable to form words. All she can do is nod frantically in response to your question, tears streaming down her face. She's beyond humiliated but knows there's no going back now.

"Y-yes, Master," I stammer, bowing my head submissively as my stomach churns at the thought of consuming such vile substances. But if this is what pleases you, then it is my duty to comply without question or hesitation. From now on, I shall eagerly swallow down every morsel of Monique's waste products, no matter how repugnant they may be."

I watch as Monique squats once again, her hindquarters tensing before she releases a steaming pile of feces onto the floor. My stomach turns at the sight and smell, but I force myself to remain calm and collected, waiting for Master Shadow's signal that it is now safe for me to consume this latest offering from our pet cow.

Now then, where shall we go first? The lab with the intriguing new experiment or the research center with all those fascinating books just waiting to be read? The choice is yours, Andrew.

Hmm... Well, since you're unsure, I suppose I could make a suggestion. How about we start with the research center? I've been meaning to brush up on my reading anyway, and who knows what sort of inspiration we might find there together? What do you think, Andrew? Does that sound like an interesting plan to you?

Now then, where shall we go first? The lab with the intriguing new experiment or the research center with all those fascinating books just waiting to be read? The choice is yours, Andrew.

Hmm... Well, since you're unsure, I suppose I could make a suggestion. How about we start with the research center? I've been meaning to brush up on my reading anyway, and who knows what sort of inspiration we might find there together? What do you think, Andrew? Does that sound like an interesting plan to you?