She'll fit right in

When she was sure she was done, Sabrina flopped into a chair, enjoying the calming effect of swallowing John's cum.

John cuddled against Veronica and whispered, "she seems more relaxed now, at least."

"Yeah," she replied, "you aren't going to let her go back to that creep Frank, are you?"

He wasn't sure how Veronica was going to respond to the idea of Sabrina staying with them, but John was very interested in keeping her around. Veronica caught him off guard by suggesting, "there's the other bedroom. She could stay there," urging, "you can keep her safe."

John glanced to the heavens and said a brief prayer of thanks.

He interrupted Sabrina's quiet bliss and said firmly, "Sabrina, you need to stay here with me where you'll be safe."

After a few seconds, Sabrina nodded. John added, "The only thing we can do to make sure you're protected is for you to pretend to be my pet, and I'll pretend to be your master."

She again paused for a moment before replying, "that makes sense."

John heard Veronica sigh with relief before she explained to Sabrina, "you can't wear clothes here, or people will figure out you're not really his pet."

John turned to look in awe at Veronica, almost missing watching Sabrina quickly stripping her clothes off.

After appreciating her for a moment, John heard Veronica react under her breath, "whoa." He agreed.

As the day went on, John found his eyes getting tired because they were flying so quickly between Veronica and Sabrina. He was starting to get a headache from the constant head twists.

Around lunch, Sabrina's anxiety was so acute, John assured her, that it was a good idea to suck him off again. She did so happily, with Veronica encouraging her and assuring her how much better it was going to make her feel.

Later in the afternoon, his eyes were stuck firmly on Veronica, he manged to look up to her face long enough to notice she was looking a little worried. He quietly asked, "are you okay?"

Her brow furrowed, "yeah, it's fine. I'm glad you're helping Sabrina."

He prompted, "but?"

"I know she's got it worse than me right now but," she admitted, "I'm a little stressed too."