"Well, first of all Myrrh, I would like you to make me a sandwich." Anthony says commandingly.
"Yes master." Myrrh replies as she obeys and goes downstairs, he can hear her searching through the cupboards, and being careful not to let her wings break anything, she seems like she is used to this and has been doing it forever. As she brings back the sandwich, another thought occurs to Anthony.
"Myrrh, I want a lap dance." He commands. Myrrh jumps startled, but as she calms down, she walks over to the couch. First, she places her breasts right in front of Anthony's face, he then steals a lick, and then Myrrh starts grinding her crotch against his.
Anthony is in heaven. He doesn't know how far he should go with this...he decides
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