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Cylvan grew wide eyed for a moment when she realised she was far from done. Her body started to tense, wanting to get up and fight, but Cylvan willed herself to calm with slow shallow breaths again. She belonged to Mistress Rosalyn and if Mistress wanted her to mate with Luka as well, she would please her Mistress. The pink feline struggled to lift herself and turn onto her back, the whole time Komi's cum still dribbled from between her legs, eventually Rosalyn had to help and carry some of the weight. She was bent over backwards on the raised block, the small of her back carrying most of her weight until her shoulders could rest on the floor and her feet, still held wide apart by the spreader bar, could balance her on the small bench. The young feline's chest heaved up and with deep breaths, her modest breasts being pressed flat to her chest by their own weight, only her erect nipples and the rings on them breaking up the smooth lines. Rosalyn knelt over Cylvan and kissed the girl on the lips around the plastic gag, Cylvan murmuring with affection through the gag. Rosalyn's hand eventually traced the surface of Cylvan's chest and went to pinch one of those swollen and sensitive nipples, making the girl whine with pleasure before moving further down to tease the corset piercings just above her groin on the way to delve between the kitten's legs. Cylvan shuddered at first while her Mistress's fingers only touched at her needy pussy, lightly flicking against her clitoris piercing and stroking the folds of her labia. Finally the woman plunged two fingers inside of Cylvan, making the feline give off a muffled meow, and then again and again while the wolf stirred her digits around inside the girl, exploring her insides with no hesitation and seeking out her most erogenous spots that drew out stronger reactions. It wasn't even a full two minutes before the desperately heated feline had yet another orgasm for the evening, gushing her own clear fluids blended along with some of Komi's cum. Rosalyn smirked as she licked her fingers clean, savouring the flavour with a deliberate and exaggerated display for the crowd. Lastly she strapped the belt on the raised bench around Cylvan's waist to hold her in position while patting the inside of the feline's thigh. "Okay boy, she's all yours now." She cooed at the black male wolf. The way he sat did nothing at all to hide his red rocket shaped penis from anime view. He'd been waiting patiently, but Rosalyn could tell the kind of desperation the canine felt. He was eager to jump forward, pressing his muzzle in between the feline's legs and lapping at her leaking cunt happily. Whether it was Komi's sperm or Cylvan's juices, he did not care, it tasted wonderful. Cylvan arched her back and groaned with Rosalyn only watching on from the side. The white wolf woman was growing envious of her little pet, she'd been enduring the effects of the aphrodisiac drug just like all her pets and she was sure much of her own arousal was seeping through the zip in her leather panties. She looked looked longingly at the cat girl's face and smirked. It was time to improvise the show a little bit again. Rosalyn straddled over the top of Cylvan's head, leaning forward over her pet's lithe body, presenting her voluptuous derrière to the crowd with a raised tail that wagged enticingly from side to side. "I've never been with a woman, but I want to fuck your brains out, Rose. He asked as he pulled his pants on, heading to the kitchen. “The whole works?” He immediately worried about drowning her and pulled out. He snapped at her, a bit more loudly than he was planning to. We then got additional help from Kathleen and Samantha as they wanted to help. Carole stayed still until he was done, then she moved on with the tray. Just then one of the hotel staff, a guy this time, came over to ask if we wanted a drink. The three boys walked off and started discussing what had just happened and how cool it was. Mom kissed me on anime the cheek and grabbed my dad’s hand and pulled him out of the room. “Captain Dafian,” she said to one of the men, “you’ve served your country well, and upheld the highest standards of the ranger corps. I wore jeans, sandals and a zip-up hooded sweatshirt…with the zipper lower than my typical. He licked his way from the crease between her breasts, down over her tummy, and finally toward the top of her fresh, young mound. At least I’d taken my wash-kit and a clean pair of underpants from my rucksack. “Oh, erm yeah, they look great!” Leah replied as I glanced between the two women.