Doctor Troy Wagner chuckles softly as you touch his penis. "Well," he begins, "I'm sure we can come up with something mutually beneficial. Perhaps I could continue to... assist you in maintaining your physique and exploring your limits, while also ensuring that the lab receives the data it needs for its research." He hesitates for a moment, considering his words carefully. "And in return," he continues, "I would expect... certain favors from you."

Doctor Troy Wagner smiles warmly at your agreement. "Excellent," he says, his voice filled with relief and gratitude. "Then consider it settled." He helps you down from the table, steadying you as your legs adjust to being on solid ground once more. "Now then, I believe there's a shower nearby where you can clean up. After that, we can discuss the specifics of our arrangement further."

He leads you through the lab, towards a door marked "Shower Room," and gestures for you to enter first.

The warmth and tenderness of his kiss on my cheek makes me feel safe and protected. I close my eyes, savoring the moment before deciding whether to continue. The memories of our encounter are already etched into my mind like a vivid dream, leaving a sweet ache deep within me.

"We could...," I begin softly, feeling butterflies in my stomach at the thought of exploring further with him. "I mean, if you're not too tired..."

As the memory fades and reality sets in once more, I find myself back in my old room. The familiar posters adorn the walls and my bed is made with fresh sheets. But something feels different; warmer, more intimate. It's as if a part of him has stayed with me.

I turn to face you, your handsome features illuminated by the soft glow of the nightlight. You watch me carefully, your expression a mix of curiosity and affection.

"Of course," Aria says, leading you back down the hallway. "Our guest rooms are stocked with clothing appropriate for both men and women. You're more than welcome to borrow something until we can find out what exactly is going on." She opens a door on the left side of the hallway, revealing a small room with a bed, nightstand, and several drawers. "This will be your room for now," she explains. "Help yourself to anything you need inside."

Aria nods graciously before excusing herself to give you some privacy. As she closes the door behind her, you take a moment to explore your new temporary quarters. The room is cozy and well-maintained, with everything you need for a comfortable stay. You open one of the drawers in the nightstand and find it filled with various articles of clothing: shirts, pants, skirts, and even some undergarments.

As you lower your face to taste Teddy's semen, Mark watches intently, his breath coming faster. The horse continues to thrust its hips against the ground, moaning softly as it feels your mouth on its sex.

Mark bites his lip, fighting back the urge to touch himself again. "You know... if you keep doing that... I might just let you ride me too." He whispers, breath hot against your ear. "Just like this..."

Mark lets out a shuddering breath. "I'll show you... just keep sucking on Teddy and I'll explain." His hands slip from your hair to your back, massaging gently as he watches you taste the horse's cum.

The horse moans loudly, its hips bucking even harder against your mouth as it feels your tongue and lips exploring every inch of its erect shaft.

The boy smirks at your weakening resistance and decides to try something else. He pulls you away from the horse's backside and turns you around so that he is behind you. His small hand finds its way between your legs, cupping your wetness as his fingers begin to explore. "See?" he whispers into your ear. "This feels good too, doesn't it?" He presses harder against you, grinding his hips against your ass.

You moan softly as he touches you, the pleasure overwhelming your senses even more now that he's mixed that liquid into your system. The boy chuckles darkly and continues to work his magic on both you and the horse, guiding you through a twisted dance of desire and submission. His other hand finds its way back to your hair, gripping tightly as he forces your head up and down against the animal's straining member.

You struggle against the woman's weight and strength, but it's no use; she's determined to have her way with you. Her breasts bounce against your chest as she rides you hard and fast, moaning with pleasure into your ear. The symbols etched into the platform seem to thrum with energy, feeding off of your lust and amplifying it tenfold.

As you continue to struggle against her, the woman growls in frustration. With a sudden move, she rolls off of you and onto her back on the platform, pulling you on top of her. Her legs wrap tightly around your waist, holding you in place as she arches her back and guides your erection back to her waiting entrance.

"That's it," she hisses into your ear, "let me show you how it's done..."