I got lost in that thought for a moment and then snapped out of it.“Junior, how are you, bud?” I asked.“Not bad, Uncle Marty, how about you?” ...he replied.“Not bad, Junior. Just doing some mower maintenance and tinkering around the garage,” I said. “So, your Dad said you’re having some kind of marital issues with your wife Lynn, is that right?” I asked.“Yeah, you know Uncle Marty, probably the same issue every married man before me has had. Things are super-hot during the courting process, then. We had been in our meeting for almost an hour when I rose to ask, “Any doubts?”“Nae, nary a one,” he replied in something he assured me was actually English, but was often barely discernible by me. We walked together to the rear of the factory, arriving just in time to see a massive cauldron of molten steel moving by winch over a series of hot molds. We stood back—a normal precaution—as the steel was poured slowly, filling the sixty molds completely until the cauldron was turned back to. " I've thought of it often," I admitted shyly, feeling myself flush under the confidence of her gaze."You've dreamed of being led around on a leash like this and being served up as a sexual plaything?" Yes," I admitted."Have you spent many nights over the past several weeks imagining this moment when you would be ours to use and defile as we pleased?"I nodded. My eyes were on her long slim legs so elegantly crossed just inches from my face. She wore black stiletto boots with silver metal heels. Without hesitating, he mounted Taryn and laid his long, warm dick, dripping with precum, on Taryns back. He begged to be freed once more, but was slapped and choked by one of the orcs. He felt the horse cock start to poke at his asshole, still gaping and wet from his violent anal rape just a few minutes ago. The centaur bucked a few times, missing the mark each time, but finally found its goal. The flared tip stretched the gaping asshole open even further as TAryn gasped and cringed. The horse.