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“Master, I don’t wanna play anymore,” Chloe indian whined. “I was planning on making a big Christmas dinner, but I… I just can’t do it,” I said while panting. “Everyone will have to fend for themselves tonight. If anyone needs me, I’ll be outside, using the snow to try and numb my dick.” I turned around and started limping towards the door. “Merry Christmas, girls.” Momo stumbled into the kitchen the following morning, her usual messy hair now a full-blown bedhead afro. “Hmmm, what happened yesterday? Momo can’t remember everything. Momo had really weird dreams.” We all turned to her, still worn out from the previous day, and even a little bit mad at her. She noticed our bitter expressions. “Did Momo do something wrong?” “Momo, do you remember that little plastic bag from yesterday? The catnip?” She rubbed her chin, trying to jog her memory. “Maybe…” “Well you’re not getting any more. You’re not allowed to have catnip ever again.” “What did Momo do?!” she asked. “Also, as much as I hate to say it, I won’t be able to play with you girls for a few days. I really got chafed last night.” Momo was horrified but Sonja and Chloe nodded in agreement. They knew how hard I had fought. Honestly, I was glad to be going back to work. A day in my office chair, deprived of any kind of sexual stimuli was exactly what I needed. “You girls be good, I’ll see you tonight.” It’s funny how snow loses all of its beauty the day after Christmas. Until then, it’s beautiful and you dream of a white Christmas morning with hot chocolate, gifts, and Christmas music, and then the day after, it’s just in the way, sort of like pedestrians. It’s like December 26th is the unofficial start of January. I reached my office building, getting out of my dirt and salt-caked car and making the trek through the windy morning. Ah, it was nice to be back in my cozy office. As I worked, I could hear my coworkers out in their cubicle maze discussing gifts they had received and the pleasant details of their holiday, as well as laughing about the negative moments. My few office knick-knacks had some new additions: the clay figures that Sonja had made. I also had the pinecone ball that Chloe gave me hanging from the ceiling. “Who made those for you?” my secretary asked, coming into my office and handing me a file of reports. It seems that a lot of our clients had suffered from misfortune over the holidays, so we would be busy. “Oh, my nieces.” Those damn golf balls didn’t help me either. "So what" asked Mala? Her slender hands grasped at the bed beside her, balling up the comforter in her fists as her pleasure peaked. As she tugged at my belt and zipper, she explained herself. I don’t spare a glance for Riyena – I won’t get any mercy from her, but in Klink I might reach a grain of humanity towards a damsel in distress. We quickly got dressed, and made our way out of the car to grab some food at the restaurant at the rest stop. I followed her to a park where she did in fact jog a trail around the park. He swallowed as quickly as he could, and went right back to sucking and using his tongue for the big man's pleasure, but a small amount bubbled over his lips, dripped off his chin and dropped toward the floor. We jumped into the pool and swam around for a while and had a bit of fun in the waves machine. I growled into my sister's hot lips as my cum spurted out of me. I pumped my jizz straight down Nathalie's gullet, flooding the sex slave's belly with my spunk. “I’ll bet,” she said as she slowly turned toward him, “you would just love it if I were to suck your cock.” The pitch of her voice was exactly the same as when she had indian been humming. What was it about these situations that made everyone so awful?