“How, Ashley, is that purpose achieved?”, I continued with my ritual questioning. “This one helps to meet master’s sexual needs. When master’s needs are met he able to love Marsha fully and completely.” “Good, japanese Ashley. How does this benefit me?” “This one’s actions help master to feel satisfied, contented and happy!”, She responded. Obviously taking great joy in knowing that she pleased me. “And, how does this benefit Marsha?” “When she feels loved fully and completely she feels happy and fulfilled. Feeling this way improves all areas of Marsha’s life.” “As always, my pet, you are correct.” My simple praise caused a shudder of pleaser to course cartoon through Ashley’s body. “Now, my slave...”, I said, my tone becoming more authoritarian. “What is the purpose of your body?” “...my... body?”, she asked after a moment of confusion. “Master, this is your body and it exists only to serve and please Master.”, she responded taking on a more serious tone. “Good, and what, Ashley, is most important in life?” “That Master is safe, loved, and all his needs are met. It is all that matters in the universe, it is the reason I exist!” In this declaration Ashley’s voice carried the firm resolve, the absolute conviction of a religious zealot reciting the pillars of their faith. It was twisted and depraved that she believed such a thing, and my god hearing it turned me on. “Very good my dear, I am so proud of you!” This time my exuberant affirmation elicited an audible gasp from Ashley. I noticed her face beginning to flush as she squeezed her thighs together and squirmed in place just a tiny bit. After years of conditioning, this reinforcement ritual was no longer needed, Ashley was a permanent fixture within my wife’s mind. Even so, I kept it up; mostly because I enjoyed hearing it. Well trained, and with plenty of practice, Ashley remained still as I continued to cuddle and caress her. But, hentai despite the overall illusion of calm, I could hear her breathing becoming ragged. Her jaw tightened, and her eyes began to take on a frantic continence. I animation knew what she wanted, but I feigned ignorance to her condition by continuing my gentle petting. Soon though, it became apparent that Ashley was reaching her limit and wouldn’t be able to contain herself. But, I was having fun and wanted to see how long she could last. So, I said nothing. I didn’t have to wait long though, as just about 30 seconds later a meek and somewhat forlorn voice rose up from Ashley, “Master, has this one angered you?” “No, no my pet, I was having a little fun. Perhaps though I was being cruel? I know anime what you desire, and you may begin.”, I said reassuring her. Finally having my permission, Ashely jumped up. And with the speed of well-practiced hands, she quickly relieved me of my underwear, leaving me lying there naked. Then, with an exciting combination of both feline sensuality and raw physical need, she snaked her way to my groin and inhaled deeply. “Oh, Master...” she said with excitement then interrupted herself with another deep inhalation. “I just...” she lifted my cock in her hand and began to sniff and lick my ball sack. “...love...”, she moved to the crease between thigh and groin. 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