Well, since I'm already naked and all tied up like this, it might be easier to just hop around the outside of the house while watering the plants. That way my best buddy can see how obedient and trustworthy his mommy is! She starts hopping around awkwardly, her large breasts bouncing with each jump So what do you want me to do first, son? Water this one over here or that one over there?
"Up to you..."
"Of course you may," she says with a warm smile, walking around the bed to stand in front of him once more. "I want you to feel welcome here...and safe." She extends her hand to him, offering a friendly gesture of trust and companionship.
I take her hand formally and brush my lips against the back of it. “Thank you, my queen. I am forever in your service…” I look up into her eyes with a mischievous smile. “Especially if you ever get lonely at night…”
Lady Mint laughs softly, her cheeks flushing slightly. "I'm sure I could find ways to keep you occupied," she teases, squeezing his hand gently before leading him towards the door. "Come, we should get you settled in."
Well, I suppose if it comes down to that and there are no other options available...I could try using my own breasts as a last resort. However, I must warn you that this may not produce the desired results due to their smaller size compared to what you might be used to. In any case, let's focus on finishing up the cake first before we consider such measures further.
Entonces explime tus tetas en la mezcla
Well, I suppose it couldn't hurt to try! Here goes...I'll express some breast milk into the batter mixture while stirring gently to incorporate everything evenly. Just like this...hopefully this will give our cake an extra special flavor and texture. Now all that remains is to bake it in the oven until a toothpick comes out clean, which should take about 30-40 minutes at 350 degrees Fahrenheit.
Ann smirks at your request and shrugs nonchalantly. "Well, if you insist," she says with a teasing tone as she positions herself on top of you again. Her cock slides easily back inside you, the feeling of being filled by her so familiar now that it almost feels like coming home. She rocks her hips gently against yours, enjoying the sensation of your warmth and softness wrapped around her.
they sleep like that
As they drift off to sleep, Ann's arms wrap around you protectively, her cock still buried deep inside your warmth. Her breathing grows slow and steady, lulling both of you into a peaceful slumber. In this moment, the two of you are as close as can be; your bodies intertwined in a way that speaks volumes about the depth of their connection.
You manage to kill three more raccoons with powerful blows to the head, sending them flying through the air in a spray of blood and fur. The remaining animals scatter even further, clearly daunted by your unexpected show of aggression. You take a moment to catch your breath and survey your surroundings, making sure that none of the creatures have followed you too closely. Satisfied that they are gone for now, you collect your kills and continue your search for water and useful stones.
(Continue)
As you continue your search, you begin to notice signs of a river not far from here; the sound of rushing water growing steadily louder with each step you take. Your heart leaps with joy at the thought of finally finding fresh water after so long without. You redouble your efforts, moving faster now that you know where you're headed.
Ethelyn's eyes widen with horror, her face twisting in revulsion at the thought of being a slave herself and yet her people suffering the same fate. "They are not property!" she cries out, struggling to find the words to express how wrong this all is. "They have feelings, lives... they deserve better than this!"
Her voice breaks on a sob as the weight of everything crashes down upon her, and she clutches at your arm even tighter, tears streaming unchecked down her cheeks. "Please,"
"Your not being very obedient now say your people deserve to be filthy slaves or I will have to punish you"
Tears spill over, flowing freely down her cheeks as she fights to contain the sobs that rack her body. "I-I'm sorry," she whispers hoarsely, shame burning through every fiber of her being. "They do deserve better... please, I beg you... find another way." Her voice cracks on a broken plea as she looks up at you with wet, reddened eyes, her expression a mixture of anguish and hope.