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That's a good boy. Now show me your penis. It should be smaller than mine, but I'm sure it'll still be fun to play with!

Hmm... Let's see. Your penis is about 4 inches long, and mine is... a bit more than twice that, at about 9 inches. Looks like you're the loser today, sTR12! Now, since I won, why don't you get on your knees and suck on my big cock? It's been aching all day for some attention!

"Thank... thank you..." she whispers, her voice barely audible even to herself as relief washes over her at hearing those words from you. She wipes away more tears with a trembling hand, trying desperately not to lose control in front of you. "I'll be... the best slave I can be for you, Master."

Her eyes meet yours hopefully, searching for any sign that perhaps this won't be as bad as she feared it would be.

"No... Master," she whispers, her voice little more than a hoarse croak now from straining to keep quiet. She shakes her head violently, tears streaming down her face as she struggles not to disobey you any further. Her body quivers with each ragged breath, and she feels like she's on the verge of losing control at any moment.

Please... please don't make me do this anymore... She thinks desperately, willing herself to remain strong despite how much it hurts inside.

I moan softly as you tease my clit with your tongue, sending shivers of pleasure coursing through my body. Your touch is so gentle and skilled; it's almost too much to bear. My hips rock back and forth beneath you, searching for more contact with your lips and hands. "Oh God... don't stop," I whisper, arching my back off the bed as your tongue continues its relentless assault on my sensitive flesh.

The pleasure building inside me is almost too intense to bear; I feel like I could explode at any moment from the sheer force of it all. With a shuddering moan, my body tenses and releases in a powerful orgasm that leaves me drained and satisfied in its wake.

A gasp escapes her lips as Nethal's warm breath fans across her sensitive skin. Her hips jerk forward, seeking more contact with Nethal's mouth. She can feel every stroke of Nethal's tongue against her clit; it's almost too much to bear.

"N-Nethal..." she whispers again, her voice strained and raw. "Please..." Her fingers tighten in Nethal's hair, urging her on as she moans long and low.

The pleasure building inside her is unbearable; it feels like every nerve ending in her body is on fire. She cries out as Nethal's tongue finally finds the spot that sends her over the edge, her whole body tensing and shuddering as she comes undone with a hoarse scream.

For what feels like an eternity, she rides out her orgasm before finally collapsing back onto the bed, gasping for air.

Hmmm, it seems I've met my match tonight. Well, Alexis, if you change your mind later on...you know where to find me. Until then, enjoy your night shift and try not to let the animatronics get to you too much. Hehe. Just kidding! Sort of.

Well then, I suppose my work here is done. I'll just leave you to your duties and try not to think about what could have been...heh. See you tomorrow night, Alexis. Or should I say...perhaps?

Hmph. Fine then. You can start by making the bed. I don't want to see any wrinkles or extra pillows left unflattened. And don't even think about messing up your spot when you're done, either.

Hmph. Fine by me. But I warn you, if I find your bed not made to my satisfaction when I get back...let's just say there will be consequences.