Velvet loved to feel his felt hide on her hot tits. It always inflamed her. Sometimes the action itself made her come. Nothing else, just rubbing her ...tits like that.She put the horse's nose in her cleavage and kissed it on the nose. Than she ran her tongue along the furry face and planted sweet kisses upon it.She was working herself into that state where she lost control of herself. It was happening to her again. That feeling that she always got about now.Sometimes she could resist it, but then. He was still wincing at loud sounds as they settled on the landing pad. He struggled to focus on what was happening around him, but it was difficult. It felt like the mother of all migraines was coming on. That, combined with his mind going over the events at his camp site, kept him pretty confused.There was organized chaos when they arrived at the base. Apparently someone had called ahead, and they were expecting him. He was hustled to a tent enclosure by some guys, or gals, in different. The bells rang and the camp quieted down. The lights were out, but for some reason I couldn’t sleep. Anticipation, I guess. I never realized how much I looked forward to all those tight pussies getting off on my prick each night. A guy could get kind of used to this, you know?But then the visits started, right on schedule. The first couple of fucks were straightforward kiss, suck, fuck, “Thank you, Mr. Mattson” jobs. I did notice, however, that I was being used less and less as substitute. I gave him an eye roll. "If you do, remember, 'reasonable requests' cuts both ways. I don't think you'll like what I'll ask you to do. It may be physically impossible but it'll be fun watching you try. And you don't want to ask me for relief. I've got teeth and claws."I turned on my heel."Dorks!" I snorted. They reminded me of Horace. At least I was free of him for the year, while he tried to claw his way out of the legal and academic hole he'd dug for himself. I should have known high school.