Cheyenne was the last of the women in her batch that he hadn’t chosen to breed yet. Sometimes, she wondered why he was taking so long.
“They won’t send you more women until you either breed me or dismiss me,” she said to him one day.
“Or until you decide to give up and leave,” he said.
“I’ve put a lot of work into trying to get you to breed me,” she said.
He walked over, bent her over a table, and shoved his cock up her ass, always already lubed, just like he had commanded her a year before.
“Let’s take a shower and go ass to mouth for now,” he said. “Then we’ll see how I feel about breeding you tonight.”
“Alright…”
“What was that?”
“I mean… Y-yes, sir.”
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