A latex girl thing
Slave went back to Rusty, who was still in a permanent stupor, and still spoke to him as if he had a choice in his fate. “But I just love to do forced male orgasm experiments.”
With ease with one hand again, she grabbed Rusty’s limp hand and pulled him through the door. She cleared his feet from the door jam. She looked down at him, and she thought she saw his eyes shift around. She only smiled wickedly at him and mused, “I’m Frankenstein’s Monster, and you are my fucking milkshake!”
Slave closed the door, and sealed Rusty’s perverted doom.
