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She slowly raised her hand, as if to wave to me, and I mirrored the act, pressing my palm against hers. The last time Cuckold I saw her, we had been just like this, but with a pane of glass between us. “You’re the man from before,” she murmured. “I wanted to see you again.” “And I wanted to see you too, every minute of every day.” She then leaned in and hugged me, her face buried in my chest. “Master!” she whimpered. I embraced her, as if trying to shield her from the world and keep her safe in the sanctity of my arms. “I’m sorry, I’m so sorry I wasn’t there when you needed me. I’m sorry I forced this life on you. I never stopped thinking about you.” 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 big 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 they all seemed to recognize me as soon as I amateur 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 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. 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, blonde and the chest of a porn star. “Neija,” I said. She turned to me with a look of bored annoyance, but when our eyes interracial 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. Amy got onto the bed and spread her legs, ready for Cuckold her deflowering. I’ll be happy to tell you later but for now can I just sit?” Freeing her feet, he took her by her hands, dragging her running behind him through the river, up the bank. I didn't say anything, I thought to myself, "My brother just wants to kiss me and feel me up, before I suck his penis off. “It was a lot of fun Paul. “Let’s go find Chloe and Leah!” "I see, so any means necessary." big “Such a delicious treat,” groaned my futa-professor. Ever since telling them about her plan to interracial have Mike come over . . . Fuck!" My room fills with light blonde as my phone comes alive. Then I wiggled my hips. They all consoled Selvi. Katherine was slightly amateur taken aback. Kind of monotone but questioning. I couldn’t look Karen in the face. The General lied and manipulated us, as well as you. It was odd, however, to discover that even the man’s peers called him ‘master’; she had expected them to call him by his actual name or at least have a separate nickname. It's her sore neck, he thought, her osteoarthritis again. Daddy wants you to feel like a woman.” The friction increased, the pleasure rippling through me. I kneaded her tits, squeezing her perky mounds, then found her nipples.