"You're a biggun ya are... I'm gonna let your feet loose, no funny business or I'll give ya what for!" She warned. Taking her own belt off, she cinches it around your neck with a strong tug to check for tightness. It makes you gag before she lets you up.
"You're a right proper specimen though, those last blokes that came thisaway were a far cry from tame I tell you!" She tugs the belt around your throat again cutting off your air for a second at the buckle gets too tight against your Adams apple.
"Hey, I'm new here... Not so hard," you ask. She takes your hair in her strong three fingered hand and pls your face around to kiss you... Or lick your face... Either way her big canine tongue went into your mouth and tasted your eyes... Everything.
"A far cry indeed," Liza says under her breath. "Will you teach me how your human tricks work?" She insists jiggling your keys in front of your face.
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