As if almost reading the signs of Dampe's body, Sherry couldn't help but say, "Make your pet.  Make me your prisoner!"  She felt her juices drip down her thighs and his.  She never wanted another man to touch her ever again.  She wanted more.  She didn't care what it took, but she would do anything for him to continue to touch her like this any time he wanted it.  Didn't matter if she was sleeping either, she would still want it.<br/><br/>Evelith enjoyed that the man wanted to fuck her so badly.  His breathing becoming more and more rapid.  He ran his fingers along her face and then through her hair.  He then lightly touched the horns on her head.  "Why wear these?" he asked.  "Because it fits the theme of the club, dear boy," she replied.<em>If only you knew how real these horns are.  By the time you realize, you won't have time to live long enough to even think about telling anybody.</em>She slid her hand into his pants as she used her other hand to slide the rest of his pants down and off.  This guy was a big guy.  She was starting to think if she could fit all of him.  But then again, she didn't have a gag reflex either, so she would definately be able to.  She started to stroke him hard and fast, making him as hard as he would be able to go.