What the hell is wrong with you whores? Brighter lights were cast on the podiums for plaintiff and defense, and the tall, long desk and seven chairs where the seven Matron Justices had sat. your questions pierce like arrows. “I see a lot of couples like us, which I guess doesn’t surprise me, but are there no other Umbra like Jeanne, who take females as slaves?”
“There are, just not many.”
“Why is that?”
“When we undergo the ritual and receive our cock, it enhances many of our traits and abilities but it doesn’t alter our sexual orientation. It has increased our vitality in every way imaginable.”
“And the irony of this doesn’t bother you at all?”
“Why should it? If utilizing a big, fat, male appendage paves the way to even greater female empowerment, why not embrace it? She groaned and attempted to yell, but the fat, brown, fourteen inch cock in her mouth allowed for nothing but muffled cries.
