[Xenia] "... Xenia?"

"Isn't that right, Xenia?"

The dwarf nods, rubbing the lowest part of her visible front lovingly. "Of course, {if@ Xenia_student = true}my love.{else}Master{endif}." With you ever-present smile, you carefully push on the back of her head, guiding her to lean forward until her mouth lands on Chantel's meaty muff. Hesitantly, she gives it a few testing licks; it might be your will, but Xenia is bi-curious at best. Chantel, whatever she might be, gasps with surprise while still striving to be free.

"I'm going to come soon, Chantel... my girls will remove your gag soon, too. If you yell, or if you ask for it politely, I'll spunk your little twat up and make you mine forever..." As Chantel inhales, perhaps to try once more to scream past her gag, you add, "... or, I can fill Xenia's ass instead." The dwarf quickens her tongue as she grows excited, and her eagerness to get butt-fucked is not lost on Chantel. You nod to Devi, and she does as you instruct: with scissors slipping under the tape, she snips away that which held her panties in the prostitute's mouth, finally giving her voice back... and, under the threat of being re-gagged and impregnated, Chantel wisely refuses to deliver that scream. More embarrassingly for her, she moans before catching herself; between Xenia's attention and the various pheromones filling the room, both yours and your slaves', she's already starting to lose this fight.

"Xenia, or you?"

She inhales... and sighs her words as her voice quivers. "Xenia... Xenia!" Her accent is gone, clearly as farcical as her entire act to lure you into poverty or ****. You feel anger and, simultaneously, relief; you have no reason to feel bad for her, now. Everything she's presented willingly has been a lie... and here, posed like a Da Vinci sketch, she could finally be honest with you.

Honesty gets you rock-hard and ready to come, as it turns out. "Xenia it is-!" you groan as you shove the head of your manhood, still wet from Devi's earlier, more concentrated attention, into the dwarf's tiny rectum. She opens up and accepts you willingly, her tiny pussy spasming and squirting a thin line of translucent spittle back at you as you fill her ass. That's all it takes, given all the pent-up frustration of the night: you fill her intestines until her tummy swells ever so slightly with your load, and her lady cum continues to squirt out of her tight cunt while the excess, too heavy to be launched, dribbles down her thighs. Her hesitation to eat clam vanishes, and now her mouth works at twice the speed and dedication she once did, moaning into Chantel's love canal like a warning to the ovum waiting beyond. The home invader writhes in tortured pleasure, and doesn't even seem to notice when you finally pop your meat out of your favorite college student... at least, until her eye catches your erection, strong as ever, as you round the bed.