Anon’s rationale crumbled in mere moments. There was not a chance in Tartarus he’d be able to resist what was just shown to him. It was wrong, so very wrong to take advantage of Minuette like this, but she was his sex slave, she was hot as could be, and he desperately needed some amorous attention. Tossing aside his questions, allowing his lust to guide him, Anon began to unbuckle his pants.