‘She’s right where I want her – This is better than that first day at the Inn.’ I thought. Far from fighting me, and not in a numb or distracted way, my new little jar of clay removed my clothes. She even folded them for me. It was a simple walk to the bedroom, her holding my member, while glancing back at me with shy smiles. And now, here she was on her stomach, a pillow under her hips, and I was prone-boning her, HARD. Thankfully, I had pulled the bed away from the wall, but the way I was, on top of Alexis Wash, straddling her legs, my hands holding her arms, the bed was still making some happy little squeaky noises. I really hope the neighbors could hear us.

“Does my Pet like it?”

“Uh-Uh (To the rhythm of my pounding) Yes…you know – Uh – I do..”

“You like it when I hold and pound you, don’t you?”

“MMph—Oh..I do…PLEASE Don’t stop…” Alexis had her head turned now and was looking back at me. Her mouth was hanging open as she panted, as she lay there taking it.

I slowed just a bit, and shifted my weight to my forearms, then elbows. Sliding my hands under her, I grasped a breast in each hand and squeezed as I thrust in, tugging the nipple as I pulled out. making her moan really loudly.

“yes-Yes-s-s-sss” she replied, moaning. perfect.

I now shifted so that I was basically sitting on my knees. I held Alexis hips tightly, and picked up the pace, pulling back, almost out, then impaling her again and again. With a low groaning grunt I tell her “Yes Pet, Yes-s-ss.”

“Give it to me, PLEASE! I want it-t-t…Alexis said, begging. Her moans were now becoming yells. Damn the neighbors indeed

This was great as you can imagine, my plan was coming to fruition. It was all perfect, now time to form that jar of clay. Pulling out of my pet, I smiled as I began to shift to the edge of the bed.