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I glanced at Dr. Lawrence, and the look on his face told me he now understood what I had been talking about. Next to him, Lorraine was wiping away tears as if watching a sad movie. “That is just so sweet!” she squeaked. “I don’t like it here,” Lola said. “I know you don’t, but there is a big house being made ready for all of us so that we can live together. It’ll have lots of space both inside and outside, and while it’s being prepared, I’m going to do what I can to make this place more comfortable for you.” With Lola’s hand held in mine, I moved through the hospital, meeting each and every hybrid I had created, while Dr. Lawrence took Lorraine to do the same. This was my second time seeing them, but for many of them, this was their first time meeting me, yet BDSM they all domination seemed to recognize me as soon as I entered the room. They could tell I was their Master as if with some sixth sense. Those who had seen me at the zoo once they transformed were happier than the others, as teen they had evidently been waiting for me to come back. Those who were seeing me for the first time had more of an “ah ha” moment, as if meeting me had finally answered some question they had been mulling over or scratched an itch in the back of their mind. Armed guards were stationed throughout the hospital, but most often around hybrids who were aggressive or dangerous, like the alligators. japanese Apparently, they were known to lash out at anyone who tried to perform any tests. The most guards I found stationed in front of the lioness’s room, Neija. I flashed the guards the card that Dr. Lawrence had given me and they let me in. The shades of the hallway windows were all drawn and for obvious reason. Standing by the window was Neija, stark naked. All the other hybrids wore the clothes given to her, but she had torn them to shreds. She was just as gorgeous as I remember, with skin like bronze and a figure radiating both strength and sexuality. She had the legs of a sprinter, the ass of a volleyball player, the stomach of a swimmer, and the chest of a porn star. “Neija,” I said. She turned to me with a look of bored annoyance, but when our eyes met, she stiffened. I could see it, her brain making the connection by the power of an instinct she didn’t understand. She knew who I was, she knew of our bond. We stepped towards each other, her eyes wide as dinner plates. Stinging pain, it came in an instant, the result of her slapping me across the face and slashing me with her nails. I have a garbled hiss of pain and staggered back, covering my bleeding cheek. “Get out, bastard,” she cursed. “Wait, Neija, I’m the one—” “You’re the one that made me this way, I know. Did you expect me to kiss you? To be so happy that I would throw myself at you? Where have Slave you been? You turned me into this and then you abandoned me, you abandoned all of us. Now you think you can just walk right in and expect us to nuzzle your hand like obedient pets?” The harshness of her voice and the guilt they invoked hurt more than the cuts on my cheek. Like Betty, she was much more mature and intelligent than the others. She had only seen me once before, yet she knew who I was and hated me for it. “I’m sorry, for everything. A lot more. She was sitting on top of Dennis’ dick and he was still pissing. “There you go gents.” Bella lay panting on the wet floor, her tanned latin skin glistening with sweat and piss. She was not a girl who knew about gentlemen’s clubs in the expensive part of town. He smiled down at her, his grey speckled beard crinkling as he licked his lips. Misty Gardner sat in her car outside her flat and collected her things. I stood at the edge of the bed where japanese he knelt in front of me. He sucked me off and I shot a huge load across the room. I stopped short of her crotch, not sure how or if she wanted me to do that part of her. “I just got the two free beers… You know how the first two are free? Me with my knees up and feet spread; Daisy, knees up and feet together. Her breathing stayed shallow and the focus of her eyes clearly was glazed over. She had my dick so hard. One boy Slave mumbled "ooga" as he passed him. His brown hair was thinning and greying, and though his face was still ruggedly handsome, it now domination hung from his cheekbones with a worn-out look to it. Sometimes I wake up to what feels like an earthquake, but it's just Duke BDSM jackhammering my wife's swollen teen pussy next to me on the bed. The agenda is: Sasha will discuss various ‘other’ benefits you will receive. Even if she couldn't imagine what it might be. “What is your designed purpose?” I don’t want them seeing me.” Ah, am I stupid...