Ms Apex = PREY

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Twirling her around, pulling her into my embrace. Where she fell back sideways onto my waiting lap, her tail hanging off the side once again, this time wagging a little as she sits there enjoying the time together. 

Getting comfortable back on her favorite seat, I allowed her to sit upon. She nestled her head into the crook of my neck. She says she could go a few more rounds now, but her Master seems to have caught her tiredness as she winks.

Kissing my neck, whispering, it's bout time we get some rest Master, you seem really tired. As my eyelids hang heavy, almost entirely out cold. My wonderful Sharky says that "she'll have to go for a swim to regain the moisture her body needs later."

Both of rested like that in my chair, her in my arms. As my eyes started to drift off into a restful state. The light reflecting off one of the shiny quill tips of my writing quills sitting in their holders shining brightly into my eyes. 

Waking me from my slumber—sleep retreating from my eyes, letting my eyes adjust to the room. Before remembering we had someone in our arms before we fell asleep, she had disappeared as quickly as she appeared the last time. 

The muffled sounds of a still bound and still being milked Strake hit my ears as I looked over at her sweaty and cum covered beautiful body. She was panting heavily as she looked over at me, shooting daggers and lust at the same time.

Standing on shaky legs, trying not to fall as the sleep finally left my body. I walked the short distance, removing the milking suction cups to let her stew for a little while yet. Moving to remove the suction cups as my hand touched one, a muffled moan of pleasure and pain is heard from my naughty Mimic.

 As I carefully removed them one by one from her now red and purple nipples as her eyes go wide. Entirely pulling the first suction cup, a minor amount of white fluid leaks from her breast. Telling her if this continues, "I'll have to keep milking her to improve milk production," her eyes went wide at the comment in both shock and excitement. 

That her Daddy would want to do this to her another time. At the idea of being in this kind of situation again, her legs went all wobbly in their restraints. Her face flush at the mere thought of it as I removed the last suction cup from her enlarged nipple.

Even through her gag, I could hear her sigh of relief and disappointment at her release. Looking up at her face as she pouted at me as the suction cups were pulled away.

Moving the milking machine so it would be out of the way when she tried to either sit up or otherwise. Looking at Strake's face as she pouts at me, her eyes show lust and longing, her muscles tight across her body as if she waits to attack me.

 Slowly untying the gag binding her mouth, getting ready to step back quickly if needed being bitten by angry women is no fun. She didn't really move, only tilting her head forward so I may untie the gag more easily. 

It made untying the gag without pulling her hair so much easier in the process of doing it. When the gag was untied, she seemed to be holding it tight in her mouth with her teeth, not wanting to let it go as drool dripped down from the corners of her mouth. 

Letting the straps of the gag go onto each side of her head so she might if she wished let go of the gag of her own will. She looks at me as if waiting for something. My eyebrow raised in a questioning manner as I look her face over. 

Placing my hand on the top of her head, petting her head, she closes her eyes, enjoying the head pats' feeling. My hand running through her incredibly soft hair, asking, "if she is waiting for me to give her an order?". 

She nodded her head up and down, which helped me find out what she wished for me to do. Gives her the order, "release your gag, we have work to do" as she released the gag, she licks her lips as she looked at me.