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Disregarding her ass and her constant need for food, her whole body felt like it had fully recovered and everything was in the right place. One morning Lisa was taken from her box and her master brought her back into the house without saying a word. In front of the door he cleaned her with a hose and cold water but somehow Lisa still felt so hot, she didn't care or dislike it. She was lead inside into an examination room where he tied her to a gyn chair. Her legs were spread wide and her arms were fixed to the sides. Slowly he examined her ass and vagina. He also sweeped her belly which felt a little bulged the last days. Soon after he used an ultrasonic device to take a look. That moment Lisa realised what was going on! I glance at the clock. 11pm. He should be asleep now. I sneak out of my room and tiptoe to the kitchen. I open the fridge as quietly as possible and glance around. hentai Applesauce, eggs, leftover mashed potatoes. Damn. This fridge is really empty. Guess I have to actually cook something. I stand and back up into a rigid body right behind me. I gasp as his arms encircle my waist and pull my body tightly against his. I feel his breath on my neck. My legs squeeze together as I sense wetness between them. No. This can’t be happening. I don’t like this. My body shouldn’t like this. Sometimes I lie to myself to protect myself. This is one of those times. Truthfully I really like him but it’s so wrong to be with him. He’s a tenant renting a room from my parents. I’m just back from school for the summer. “You finally done naked girl?” "Your Master is lucky to have you three." “I’m going to stay home with my mom. I’m just glad that” It is wonderful, and I am barely able not hold it myself. “Ohhhhhhhh!” When hentai we were well out of sight of the village she pulled me into some thick woods. Without needing to use a single word, she taught me exactly what she liked me to do. He then opened the door and put it in the oven. "Let me get you a drink," I got up and poured him a half glass of Simon's favorite scotch. It was a statement, not a question. what are you doing". Thinking back to that time I did recall we had to do a comparative essay.