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With a terse "shh" she silenced your well-meaning quips...and of course she wasn't gonna throw her back out, writhing on top of you. This was her whole job, and she knew what she was doing. It was probably for your benefit as much as hers, to let the light play off her many tits...and it was working.
You wondered what she must've been in a past life...if she was even female, originally. No one was born a big busty rat, all the girls here had undergone gene therapy to end up this way, to fill an exotic niche for the clients. You hoped they were truly happy this way...if they weren't, they did a good job of hiding it. There were times you'd even wondered what it might be like on the receiving end...looking down past your snout at your own quad nipples...