Trotting through the foreplay, cantering through the build up, galloping at the orgasm."It's really best if you use it on a horse," Maisy was saying. ..."But you can squat on it on a chair or a bed, too. I'll let you borrow it for the night, if you like." I... I don't think--"Maisy shrugged. "Suit yourself. I just thought you might be feeling horny, and I like my guests to be content." Well... maybe, then," Marion said, blushing.Maisy gave her a speculative look. Marion felt her nipples stiffen as. The guards had already stripped, several of whom obediently keepig their eyes to the ground as the elemental witch fucked her new toy.The innkeeper stood behing the bar, his hands on the Draenei's head, shoving her down onto his own cock a moment before he came down her throat, his third orgasm that night. The slut was coated in shimmering dwarf spunk and sweat, and she writhed against the guards pinning her in place, straining against the heavy mithril chain dangling from a collar around her. " He pulled her away from his shoulder and looked into her eyes. "You will not contact me or come here or to my store until Friday night, is that understood?"Marie, white-faced, her expression stricken, gave the barest of nods and whispered, "Yes, Master."He reached down for the collar, which he had dropped to the floor, and fastened it around her neck. "You will wear this at all times, except when you shower."Marie felt oddly comforted as the cool steel settled onto her collarbones, and she. He considered the irony that now that it was really happening, he wouldn’t categorize the situation as a fantasy at all. He felt another wave of shame and confusion that any part of his brain could think about making love to her. ‘Can you keep reading, please?’ said Lynn softly. He was losing his voice, but Lynn’s request and her improvement over the last three weeks kept him going. In desperation, he had picked Moby-Dick off his shelf of books he was supposed to have read to try to distract.