(Continued from this post)
By the time Harley and I reached her, Selena was lying on her back in the alleyway, writhing in pleasure. “So far, so good,” I said. “It seems like once I’ve claimed you, it’s very, very easy to get back in.”
“Mmmm…” agreed Selena. “Welcome back, Master.”
“Now, I’m going to have to spend some time figuring out why my changes to your mind wore off while we were separated.”
“Except me, Mistah M!” Harley piped up. “I was fakin’!“
“Yes, I know, Harley. You’re a good girl, have an orgasm.”
Harley gasped and sagged against the wall, her eyes rolling back into her head as she shook with pleasure.
“As for you, Selena, how about you unzip that top a bit more, give me a titfuck while I root around in that head of yours and figure out how to make you mine, permanently?”
Selena purred happily. “I’d like nothing more, Master!”
“I know,” I said. “And then once that’s taken care of, we’ll go looking for the last of you three…”