Protect your poor pussy!

"WHEN IS YOUR NEXT OVULATION?" Master demands.

"Not for another few days, Master!" your voice trembles.

You are a complete mess. Your hormonal measurements have been off for days. The girls in the secretary pool have been unruly. You've failed at your only job which is keeping Master's schedule under control. Now He was yelling at you. The emotions of the moment are getting to be too much. It is all you can do to not start crying.

Master pins you up against the door and stares at you in frustration for a few moments. Suddenly, recognition flashes over his bearded face and he relaxes his grip on your arms. A look of sympathy crosses his face and you pat your sore arms.

"****, I DON'T MEAN TO YELL, BUT YOUR PERFORMANCE NEEDS TO IMPROVE! I NEED RELIEF!"

Your heart sinks. You know what is required. Master's balls are dangerously full and you are the closest female. You aren't sure your throat can take another pounding and you are terrified of what his monster cock might do to your poor pussy. Since the early days of your capture, the **** procedure had resulted in your vaginal muscles being unnaturally tightened.

Reluctantly you offer a suggestion, "Master we should save my pussy for a breeding day. Let me get one of the ovulating girls to come serve you!"