Chapter 641: Female Slaves Oath 1
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I thought the confession competition would begin on the spot, and once the female slaves are disbanded because they are ready or something.
Even when it comes to preparation, I think, well, it's hard to do in a room where you don't know when you do have a visit. The female slaves seem rather brave in the sense of showing them off, but I can't concentrate on the confession because of them.
... but a confession. Ah.
Yeah. Something about this, kind of heartbreaking.
I'm happy to be clearly favored by the person I like.
A man feels glowing and hard to say twice or three times, but a girl wants love to be whispered passionately every day, because I've heard it somewhere.
If this is how they teach you to "listen to me because I'm going to make a firm confession," I know how that feels, too.
"It's a little different from a normal relationship... but there's not a guy who's not happy that a girl he likes has a thoughtful bump of feelings about how he likes it"
"Cheeks. Females wait to be praised for doing their best every day, but is direct exposure still best"
"When they say it's a female slave duty... well, I appreciate you working hard, but on the feelings, that's a little different from what it feels like to be a favor. Of course it's a pleasure for me to be aggressive, but I think that word of happiness and affection is another happy one."
"I see. … Since there is a love festival called the Spirit Festival soon, there will be calculations that we would like to give happiness to it in a different way. Birthday celebrations in places where you don't have a hand are likely to bring feelings back to the owner in a good way."
"Lyla doesn't ride?
"Anytime you wanted, but I'll do my best to whisper love to you. For today, then, it would be compassion to refrain from taking the lead over them. We've all arrived wisely, and it's not sneaky to take it from the side and diminish the flavor."
The only reason I can be comfortable in this town is because of the friendship Lila has with the people in town.
Even though that's why I couldn't participate in the discussion, Lila tries to get everyone up. Nice lady.
When noon is near, Irina's voice comes from somewhere.
'It's time for good. Come to the roof but good'
"Irina?"
Phantom application?
It's not that hard of magic to reach a voice to someone some distance away, though you don't fly chibi splits like Lyla or Maia, apparently.
"I'll take care of the guests. If they see something, let's just say it's my hobby. Don't worry about getting out of the way. You should enjoy it."
"Yeah. It helps."
The helicopter mansion is the tallest in town, and the rooftops are equipped with baths.
So under the heavenly high sun on the roof, liquor pond flesh groves don't shy away from anyone. No, you'd be ashamed to hear me if I gasped in a very big voice.
The general house there doesn't have much sound protection structure, so it's similar. Southern towns emphasize ventilation, so if you don't use magic, talking outside usually leaks.
How was this roof used before it was dedicated to Lyla? He said it was a luxury mansion, and I think he probably enjoyed something similar.
Still don't envy me. Our female slaves are so adorable and beautiful that I can't think of anything to lose to someone I don't know about the "quality" of the girl.
... My darling ladies were wearing thin cloth costumes with matching dresses on the roof.
Their clothes can't hide anywhere in their bodies in the sun. If it were under a candle or a three-sun moon, it might have kept the line that it seemed invisible and invisible... but under the brightness of midday, it simply meant nothing but getting in shape as "wearing clothes".
"How dare you?"
"I could have been naked, but I want to keep that for the Spirit Festival."
Angelos pinched the thin cloth with a slight glimmer of illumination and let it twirl around.
Whispering breasts, cherry blossom nipples claiming just a little tung, thin tight hips and cute buttocks leap in turn under a sketchy dress that adds just a little color.
"So let's get started"
Irina looked just as naked, almost all she could say.
Chick clan chief in a translucent dress, with one hand on his hip slightly better against a backdrop of distant desert horizons.
I look at my chest and groin unintentionally as a giraffe, but Irina just gave me a luscious grin that doesn't look good on her body.
"Kohon....... Andy. Listen."
"Mm-hmm."
Turn back to Angelos.
Angelos looked up at my face, raised and lowered his shoulders to correct his residence several times, and seemed to be trying to gain momentum and say words.
Then gently stroke the collar of his throat, gripping his little fist and lifting his stomach.
"... First, let me thank you. My... my, my husband"
"Oh, wow."
It is not unnatural for Angelos to say "I". I've been talking about it sometimes.
But there's still something exciting about dumping "me" again and calling me to rephrase it to "me" myself.
Angelos continues his words as he rocks his soft hair into the southerly wind, not yet stretched from the length around the bottom of the nod.
"Thank you for making me your bitch slave. Thanks for letting me rip your penis off. Thanks for sharing the joy of feeling your heat behind this and in your butthole. Thank you for always making a child of me. … I am so happy to serve your penis"
"Huh..."
Behind my ears, I feel hot as a kaa.
Because Angelos seemed really happy.
Show gratitude for being exposed to my inferior desires with a happy smile by pure.
What a downright thing.
"Happy Birthday. My husband. I'm glad you'll continue to adore me forever.... I'd be happier if you could be more intense"
"... ugh, yeah"
I just had to snort like an asshole. Embrace Angelos staring with his moist eyes, and though he is adorable, it is bad for Fennel, who refrains from second hand.
Angelos laughs at me again, retreating sideways on a small run with a bright red.
And a fennel that wraps around a translucent dress that almost exposes you to nakedness, just like Angelos, and goes in and out even as you care about wearing it.
"... well, then... me too"
"Yeah."
"... Happy Birthday. Your husband. … Again here today, silver fennel, I dedicate all of my female holes to you, let me swear"
Moist, fennel proclaiming to me, as if it were a common blessing or something.
Never so much as a huge tit, but under a clear cloth, hands on the chest that makes a woman feel richer than Angelos, and continues.
"My vagina, rectum, whatever this mouth is. Dedicated to guide your pleasure. For the rest of your life, use this for your dick indefinitely. More than the forest, more than the Spirit, I swear allegiance to your carnal desire."
Classy, then emotional, make Fennel swear he'll give everything to my libido.
Even the forest and the Spirit, dear above all to her, who is a living elf, made it lighter than sex with me, represented her strong readiness and return.
It's a surprisingly strong euphemism for me to spend so much time away from you.
but the aurora that followed also seemed to stick together.
"Bless you for being born. I fully affirm this empty Aurora, your courage, your affection and your inferiority in this body. Your instincts as a man will rule over me all. Talent, wealth, pride, shame. Let's throw it all away the way you want. I will gladly comply with any demands and even enjoy every humiliation and let you see it. Female slave Aurora, I swear at this time today. Do not dye white with your semen, even my soul"
As she rides in the highs as she solicits, Aurora holds herself to grab one arm, while still gushing her chest. Skin tones like white magnet stain red to excitement and the nipples are erect in response to imagination are also well known over thin cloth dresses.
"... difficult, I can't tell you. Happy birthday, Andy. I want to give you a child as soon as possible, so good luck making one with me."
The following Luna is simple.
But that doesn't mean her passion is faint, but it also expresses her obedience and desire as a direct (darn) slave to "use herself" to have children in her pale shortness.
Nasty clothes suited her well, too, smudging her mysterious silver hair in the south wind.
"... Blue Dragon Maia. I cordially congratulate our Lord Andy Smythson on his birthday today. We were originally dedicated to the Lord. However, we will do our best in good faith to further satisfy you in the future."
Maia kneels before me on her little knees spitting hard wording and vows to serve me further by tying the sign of blessing.
It was certainly not a contract to fight Maia, but rather a contract with Etch as the main focus.
And for some reason Emma, wrapped in an equally bare identical dress next to it, also wears an example pendant around her neck to counter it, kneeling.
"Silver Dragon Emma, I wish you a joyous day to commemorate the Lord's birth. This body is also your servant. It can be used for any purpose you want. Once again today, I pledge to serve the Lord in every place, at every time, in every way."
It's nice to get the momentum going, but you should get used to it. [M] I'll buy it, though.
Let me stroke the two of you and make you stand.
And then there's Mr. Hilda and... Irina.
Mr. Hilda advances and goes as he makes sure to dance bright. The same transparent cloth looked different on her skin again.
"It's a tough phrase, isn't it? Heh heh, I'm a little more... let... let... let. Andy, your birthday present is the irresponsible right of a woman doctor to conceive."
"Irresponsible is a bit"
"Nori, bad. I've been out all these years, so say," That's my right, isn't it? "
"I need to talk to your husband someday..."
"Oh, so the pregnancy is positive?
"... I've just decided to be ready"
"Yan Then I'll also give the woman doctor's sister the right to conceive in Omake "
"Don't use Mr. Deane, who works hard in a distant country in Omake..."
"Oh, that way?
…………
I mean, you're not Mr. Deane. I mean, Mr. Knoll.... No, you shouldn't decide on your own.
And where the story seems to get wrapped up as usual, Irina comes in a little mumbled.
"How long will Hilda be alone? Deal with the woes."
"... well, yeah"
One measure is not to go deep.
I think so and turn back to Irina.
"Cohon.... White Irina, let's take that female slave vow again. Let the dick be part of me, let the seed juice be my body fluids, and let us reason to deliver it to ourselves from time to time. You may also use a soft manko with the intention. Throw everything away if that's what happened, and it can be a sheath of dicks in the morning and evening."
"You, the other kids are working hard and squarely rhetorical."
"Even if I put it that way, it will taste new. Besides, it's useless to be a dick sheath, such as a clever rhetoric..."
"Well, yes."
I'm going to loosen my belt when I'm stirred up.
But.
"Please wait."
We're still here.
Naia and Beatrice raise their voices.
Seeing, they both wore sketchy dresses and waited in proper order.
Only Mr. Gloria, in particular, is not dressed like that.
"Hmm... ok, hey, female slave who contends and takes an oath of obedience... I'll have this stuff too. The real porn harem is a treasure trove of stories."
... right.
(cont 'd)
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I thought the confession competition would begin on the spot, and once the female slaves are disbanded because they are ready or something.
Even when it comes to preparation, I think, well, it's hard to do in a room where you don't know when you do have a visit. The female slaves seem rather brave in the sense of showing them off, but I can't concentrate on the confession because of them.
... but a confession. Ah.
Yeah. Something about this, kind of heartbreaking.
I'm happy to be clearly favored by the person I like.
A man feels glowing and hard to say twice or three times, but a girl wants love to be whispered passionately every day, because I've heard it somewhere.
If this is how they teach you to "listen to me because I'm going to make a firm confession," I know how that feels, too.
"It's a little different from a normal relationship... but there's not a guy who's not happy that a girl he likes has a thoughtful bump of feelings about how he likes it"
"Cheeks. Females wait to be praised for doing their best every day, but is direct exposure still best"
"When they say it's a female slave duty... well, I appreciate you working hard, but on the feelings, that's a little different from what it feels like to be a favor. Of course it's a pleasure for me to be aggressive, but I think that word of happiness and affection is another happy one."
"I see. … Since there is a love festival called the Spirit Festival soon, there will be calculations that we would like to give happiness to it in a different way. Birthday celebrations in places where you don't have a hand are likely to bring feelings back to the owner in a good way."
"Lyla doesn't ride?
"Anytime you wanted, but I'll do my best to whisper love to you. For today, then, it would be compassion to refrain from taking the lead over them. We've all arrived wisely, and it's not sneaky to take it from the side and diminish the flavor."
The only reason I can be comfortable in this town is because of the friendship Lila has with the people in town.
Even though that's why I couldn't participate in the discussion, Lila tries to get everyone up. Nice lady.
When noon is near, Irina's voice comes from somewhere.
'It's time for good. Come to the roof but good'
"Irina?"
Phantom application?
It's not that hard of magic to reach a voice to someone some distance away, though you don't fly chibi splits like Lyla or Maia, apparently.
"I'll take care of the guests. If they see something, let's just say it's my hobby. Don't worry about getting out of the way. You should enjoy it."
"Yeah. It helps."
The helicopter mansion is the tallest in town, and the rooftops are equipped with baths.
So under the heavenly high sun on the roof, liquor pond flesh groves don't shy away from anyone. No, you'd be ashamed to hear me if I gasped in a very big voice.
The general house there doesn't have much sound protection structure, so it's similar. Southern towns emphasize ventilation, so if you don't use magic, talking outside usually leaks.
How was this roof used before it was dedicated to Lyla? He said it was a luxury mansion, and I think he probably enjoyed something similar.
Still don't envy me. Our female slaves are so adorable and beautiful that I can't think of anything to lose to someone I don't know about the "quality" of the girl.
... My darling ladies were wearing thin cloth costumes with matching dresses on the roof.
Their clothes can't hide anywhere in their bodies in the sun. If it were under a candle or a three-sun moon, it might have kept the line that it seemed invisible and invisible... but under the brightness of midday, it simply meant nothing but getting in shape as "wearing clothes".
"How dare you?"
"I could have been naked, but I want to keep that for the Spirit Festival."
Angelos pinched the thin cloth with a slight glimmer of illumination and let it twirl around.
Whispering breasts, cherry blossom nipples claiming just a little tung, thin tight hips and cute buttocks leap in turn under a sketchy dress that adds just a little color.
"So let's get started"
Irina looked just as naked, almost all she could say.
Chick clan chief in a translucent dress, with one hand on his hip slightly better against a backdrop of distant desert horizons.
I look at my chest and groin unintentionally as a giraffe, but Irina just gave me a luscious grin that doesn't look good on her body.
"Kohon....... Andy. Listen."
"Mm-hmm."
Turn back to Angelos.
Angelos looked up at my face, raised and lowered his shoulders to correct his residence several times, and seemed to be trying to gain momentum and say words.
Then gently stroke the collar of his throat, gripping his little fist and lifting his stomach.
"... First, let me thank you. My... my, my husband"
"Oh, wow."
It is not unnatural for Angelos to say "I". I've been talking about it sometimes.
But there's still something exciting about dumping "me" again and calling me to rephrase it to "me" myself.
Angelos continues his words as he rocks his soft hair into the southerly wind, not yet stretched from the length around the bottom of the nod.
"Thank you for making me your bitch slave. Thanks for letting me rip your penis off. Thanks for sharing the joy of feeling your heat behind this and in your butthole. Thank you for always making a child of me. … I am so happy to serve your penis"
"Huh..."
Behind my ears, I feel hot as a kaa.
Because Angelos seemed really happy.
Show gratitude for being exposed to my inferior desires with a happy smile by pure.
What a downright thing.
"Happy Birthday. My husband. I'm glad you'll continue to adore me forever.... I'd be happier if you could be more intense"
"... ugh, yeah"
I just had to snort like an asshole. Embrace Angelos staring with his moist eyes, and though he is adorable, it is bad for Fennel, who refrains from second hand.
Angelos laughs at me again, retreating sideways on a small run with a bright red.
And a fennel that wraps around a translucent dress that almost exposes you to nakedness, just like Angelos, and goes in and out even as you care about wearing it.
"... well, then... me too"
"Yeah."
"... Happy Birthday. Your husband. … Again here today, silver fennel, I dedicate all of my female holes to you, let me swear"
Moist, fennel proclaiming to me, as if it were a common blessing or something.
Never so much as a huge tit, but under a clear cloth, hands on the chest that makes a woman feel richer than Angelos, and continues.
"My vagina, rectum, whatever this mouth is. Dedicated to guide your pleasure. For the rest of your life, use this for your dick indefinitely. More than the forest, more than the Spirit, I swear allegiance to your carnal desire."
Classy, then emotional, make Fennel swear he'll give everything to my libido.
Even the forest and the Spirit, dear above all to her, who is a living elf, made it lighter than sex with me, represented her strong readiness and return.
It's a surprisingly strong euphemism for me to spend so much time away from you.
but the aurora that followed also seemed to stick together.
"Bless you for being born. I fully affirm this empty Aurora, your courage, your affection and your inferiority in this body. Your instincts as a man will rule over me all. Talent, wealth, pride, shame. Let's throw it all away the way you want. I will gladly comply with any demands and even enjoy every humiliation and let you see it. Female slave Aurora, I swear at this time today. Do not dye white with your semen, even my soul"
As she rides in the highs as she solicits, Aurora holds herself to grab one arm, while still gushing her chest. Skin tones like white magnet stain red to excitement and the nipples are erect in response to imagination are also well known over thin cloth dresses.
"... difficult, I can't tell you. Happy birthday, Andy. I want to give you a child as soon as possible, so good luck making one with me."
The following Luna is simple.
But that doesn't mean her passion is faint, but it also expresses her obedience and desire as a direct (darn) slave to "use herself" to have children in her pale shortness.
Nasty clothes suited her well, too, smudging her mysterious silver hair in the south wind.
"... Blue Dragon Maia. I cordially congratulate our Lord Andy Smythson on his birthday today. We were originally dedicated to the Lord. However, we will do our best in good faith to further satisfy you in the future."
Maia kneels before me on her little knees spitting hard wording and vows to serve me further by tying the sign of blessing.
It was certainly not a contract to fight Maia, but rather a contract with Etch as the main focus.
And for some reason Emma, wrapped in an equally bare identical dress next to it, also wears an example pendant around her neck to counter it, kneeling.
"Silver Dragon Emma, I wish you a joyous day to commemorate the Lord's birth. This body is also your servant. It can be used for any purpose you want. Once again today, I pledge to serve the Lord in every place, at every time, in every way."
It's nice to get the momentum going, but you should get used to it. [M] I'll buy it, though.
Let me stroke the two of you and make you stand.
And then there's Mr. Hilda and... Irina.
Mr. Hilda advances and goes as he makes sure to dance bright. The same transparent cloth looked different on her skin again.
"It's a tough phrase, isn't it? Heh heh, I'm a little more... let... let... let. Andy, your birthday present is the irresponsible right of a woman doctor to conceive."
"Irresponsible is a bit"
"Nori, bad. I've been out all these years, so say," That's my right, isn't it? "
"I need to talk to your husband someday..."
"Oh, so the pregnancy is positive?
"... I've just decided to be ready"
"Yan Then I'll also give the woman doctor's sister the right to conceive in Omake "
"Don't use Mr. Deane, who works hard in a distant country in Omake..."
"Oh, that way?
…………
I mean, you're not Mr. Deane. I mean, Mr. Knoll.... No, you shouldn't decide on your own.
And where the story seems to get wrapped up as usual, Irina comes in a little mumbled.
"How long will Hilda be alone? Deal with the woes."
"... well, yeah"
One measure is not to go deep.
I think so and turn back to Irina.
"Cohon.... White Irina, let's take that female slave vow again. Let the dick be part of me, let the seed juice be my body fluids, and let us reason to deliver it to ourselves from time to time. You may also use a soft manko with the intention. Throw everything away if that's what happened, and it can be a sheath of dicks in the morning and evening."
"You, the other kids are working hard and squarely rhetorical."
"Even if I put it that way, it will taste new. Besides, it's useless to be a dick sheath, such as a clever rhetoric..."
"Well, yes."
I'm going to loosen my belt when I'm stirred up.
But.
"Please wait."
We're still here.
Naia and Beatrice raise their voices.
Seeing, they both wore sketchy dresses and waited in proper order.
Only Mr. Gloria, in particular, is not dressed like that.
"Hmm... ok, hey, female slave who contends and takes an oath of obedience... I'll have this stuff too. The real porn harem is a treasure trove of stories."
... right.
(cont 'd)
I thought the confession competition would begin on the spot, and once the female slaves are disbanded because they are ready or something.Even when it comes to preparation, I think, well, it's hard to do in a room where you don't know when you do have a visit. The female slaves seem rather brave in the sense of showing them off, but I can't concentrate on the confession because of them.... but a confession. Ah.Yeah. Something about this, kind of heartbreaking.I'm happy to be clearly favored by the person I like.A man feels glowing and hard to say twice or three times, but a girl wants love to be whispered passionately every day, because I've heard it somewhere.If this is how they teach you to "listen to me because I'm going to make a firm confession," I know how that feels, too."It's a little different from a normal relationship... but there's not a guy who's not happy that a girl he likes has a thoughtful bump of feelings about how he likes it""Cheeks. Females wait to be praised for doing their best every day, but is direct exposure still best""When they say it's a female slave duty... well, I appreciate you working hard, but on the feelings, that's a little different from what it feels like to be a favor. Of course it's a pleasure for me to be aggressive, but I think that word of happiness and affection is another happy one.""I see. Since there is a love festival called the Spirit Festival soon, there will be calculations that we would like to give happiness to it in a different way. Birthday celebrations in places where you don't have a hand are likely to bring feelings back to the owner in a good way.""Lyla doesn't ride? "Anytime you wanted, but I'll do my best to whisper love to you. For today, then, it would be compassion to refrain from taking the lead over them. We've all arrived wisely, and it's not sneaky to take it from the side and diminish the flavor."The only reason I can be comfortable in this town is because of the friendship Lila has with the people in town.Even though that's why I couldn't participate in the discussion, Lila tries to get everyone up. Nice lady.When noon is near, Irina's voice comes from somewhere.'It's time for good. Come to the roof but good'"Irina?"Phantom application?It's not that hard of magic to reach a voice to someone some distance away, though you don't fly chibi splits like Lyla or Maia, apparently."I'll take care of the guests. If they see something, let's just say it's my hobby. Don't worry about getting out of the way. You should enjoy it.""Yeah. It helps."The helicopter mansion is the tallest in town, and the rooftops are equipped with baths.So under the heavenly high sun on the roof, liquor pond flesh groves don't shy away from anyone. No, you'd be ashamed to hear me if I gasped in a very big voice.The general house there doesn't have much sound protection structure, so it's similar. Southern towns emphasize ventilation, so if you don't use magic, talking outside usually leaks.How was this roof used before it was dedicated to Lyla? He said it was a luxury mansion, and I think he probably enjoyed something similar.Still don't envy me. Our female slaves are so adorable and beautiful that I can't think of anything to lose to someone I don't know about the "quality" of the girl.... My darling ladies were wearing thin cloth costumes with matching dresses on the roof.Their clothes can't hide anywhere in their bodies in the sun. If it were under a candle or a three-sun moon, it might have kept the line that it seemed invisible and invisible... but under the brightness of midday, it simply meant nothing but getting in shape as "wearing clothes"."How dare you?""I could have been naked, but I want to keep that for the Spirit Festival."Angelos pinched the thin cloth with a slight glimmer of illumination and let it twirl around.Whispering breasts, cherry blossom nipples claiming just a little tung, thin tight hips and cute buttocks leap in turn under a sketchy dress that adds just a little color."So let's get started"Irina looked just as naked, almost all she could say.Chick clan chief in a translucent dress, with one hand on his hip slightly better against a backdrop of distant desert horizons.I look at my chest and groin unintentionally as a giraffe, but Irina just gave me a luscious grin that doesn't look good on her body."Kohon....... Andy. Listen.""Mm-hmm."Turn back to Angelos.Angelos looked up at my face, raised and lowered his shoulders to correct his residence several times, and seemed to be trying to gain momentum and say words.Then gently stroke the collar of his throat, gripping his little fist and lifting his stomach."... First, let me thank you. My... my, my husband""Oh, wow."It is not unnatural for Angelos to say "I". I've been talking about it sometimes.But there's still something exciting about dumping "me" again and calling me to rephrase it to "me" myself.Angelos continues his words as he rocks his soft hair into the southerly wind, not yet stretched from the length around the bottom of the nod."Thank you for making me your bitch slave. Thanks for letting me rip your penis off. Thanks for sharing the joy of feeling your heat behind this and in your butthole. Thank you for always making a child of me. I am so happy to serve your penis""Huh..."Behind my ears, I feel hot as a kaa.Because Angelos seemed really happy.Show gratitude for being exposed to my inferior desires with a happy smile by pure.What a downright thing."Happy Birthday. My husband. I'm glad you'll continue to adore me forever.... I'd be happier if you could be more intense""... ugh, yeah"I just had to snort like an asshole. Embrace Angelos staring with his moist eyes, and though he is adorable, it is bad for Fennel, who refrains from second hand.Angelos laughs at me again, retreating sideways on a small run with a bright red.And a fennel that wraps around a translucent dress that almost exposes you to nakedness, just like Angelos, and goes in and out even as you care about wearing it."... well, then... me too""Yeah.""... Happy Birthday. Your husband. Again here today, silver fennel, I dedicate all of my female holes to you, let me swear"Moist, fennel proclaiming to me, as if it were a common blessing or something.Never so much as a huge tit, but under a clear cloth, hands on the chest that makes a woman feel richer than Angelos, and continues."My vagina, rectum, whatever this mouth is. Dedicated to guide your pleasure. For the rest of your life, use this for your dick indefinitely. More than the forest, more than the Spirit, I swear allegiance to your carnal desire."Classy, then emotional, make Fennel swear he'll give everything to my libido.Even the forest and the Spirit, dear above all to her, who is a living elf, made it lighter than sex with me, represented her strong readiness and return.It's a surprisingly strong euphemism for me to spend so much time away from you.but the aurora that followed also seemed to stick together."Bless you for being born. I fully affirm this empty Aurora, your courage, your affection and your inferiority in this body. Your instincts as a man will rule over me all. Talent, wealth, pride, shame. Let's throw it all away the way you want. I will gladly comply with any demands and even enjoy every humiliation and let you see it. Female slave Aurora, I swear at this time today. Do not dye white with your semen, even my soul"As she rides in the highs as she solicits, Aurora holds herself to grab one arm, while still gushing her chest. Skin tones like white magnet stain red to excitement and the nipples are erect in response to imagination are also well known over thin cloth dresses."... difficult, I can't tell you. Happy birthday, Andy. I want to give you a child as soon as possible, so good luck making one with me."The following Luna is simple.But that doesn't mean her passion is faint, but it also expresses her obedience and desire as a direct darn slave to "use herself" to have children in her pale shortness.Nasty clothes suited her well, too, smudging her mysterious silver hair in the south wind."... Blue Dragon Maia. I cordially congratulate our Lord Andy Smythson on his birthday today. We were originally dedicated to the Lord. However, we will do our best in good faith to further satisfy you in the future."Maia kneels before me on her little knees spitting hard wording and vows to serve me further by tying the sign of blessing.It was certainly not a contract to fight Maia, but rather a contract with Etch as the main focus.And for some reason Emma, wrapped in an equally bare identical dress next to it, also wears an example pendant around her neck to counter it, kneeling."Silver Dragon Emma, I wish you a joyous day to commemorate the Lord's birth. This body is also your servant. It can be used for any purpose you want. Once again today, I pledge to serve the Lord in every place, at every time, in every way."It's nice to get the momentum going, but you should get used to it. M I'll buy it, though.Let me stroke the two of you and make you stand.And then there's Mr. Hilda and... Irina.Mr. Hilda advances and goes as he makes sure to dance bright. The same transparent cloth looked different on her skin again."It's a tough phrase, isn't it? Heh heh, I'm a little more... let... let... let. Andy, your birthday present is the irresponsible right of a woman doctor to conceive.""Irresponsible is a bit""Nori, bad. I've been out all these years, so say," That's my right, isn't it? ""I need to talk to your husband someday...""Oh, so the pregnancy is positive? "... I've just decided to be ready""Yan Then I'll also give the woman doctor's sister the right to conceive in Omake ""Don't use Mr. Deane, who works hard in a distant country in Omake...""Oh, that way? I mean, you're not Mr. Deane. I mean, Mr. Knoll.... No, you shouldn't decide on your own.And where the story seems to get wrapped up as usual, Irina comes in a little mumbled."How long will Hilda be alone? Deal with the woes.""... well, yeah"One measure is not to go deep.I think so and turn back to Irina."Cohon.... White Irina, let's take that female slave vow again. Let the dick be part of me, let the seed juice be my body fluids, and let us reason to deliver it to ourselves from time to time. You may also use a soft manko with the intention. Throw everything away if that's what happened, and it can be a sheath of dicks in the morning and evening.""You, the other kids are working hard and squarely rhetorical.""Even if I put it that way, it will taste new. Besides, it's useless to be a dick sheath, such as a clever rhetoric...""Well, yes."I'm going to loosen my belt when I'm stirred up.But."Please wait."We're still here.Naia and Beatrice raise their voices.Seeing, they both wore sketchy dresses and waited in proper order.Only Mr. Gloria, in particular, is not dressed like that."Hmm... ok, hey, female slave who contends and takes an oath of obedience... I'll have this stuff too. The real porn harem is a treasure trove of stories."... right.cont 'd
