"So, about that help," Jackson asked in a hopeful tone. He looked up at her face through the rounded peaks of her breasts."Shh, this part is tricky," ...Bab said.She squatted down until her knees formed right angles. A hand went down between her legs and rubbed along the lips of her sex. Her eyelids drooped half-closed. Her cheeks puffed in and out. She lifted her tail and Jackson saw something emerge.A brown something.Eww, not scat, Jackson thought.It wasn't. Not entirely. It started to swell. Until now.The corridors were over, and their steps now sounded like they were in a sortof large underground hall, with imposing pillars rising up in the darkness toa ceiling beyond the dwindling light of the torches. A dripping sound could befaintly heard in the distance, but no other noise could be heard beyond thoseof their own making. One of them addressed the leader, whispering for no goodreason: "This must be the place. I say we leave her here and leave now."The leader, a large man still. “I can’t believe you’re not getting any, Belle. I’d fuck you if I wasn’t with Louise. No problem at all.” “You think?” “Definitely” “Well, who says I’d want it from you, James?” “You’re only human, Belle.” He holds my gaze for about ten seconds before his face cracks and he falls about laughing. “I’m pulling your leg, Belle. I’m no Adonis.” “Ah, so you can’t back it up?” “If I wasn’t with Louise, of course I could.” I look deep into his brown eyes as my hand slides along his inner. Whatever he was saying must have been working for finally each was grinning at the other although Lyn would occasionally shake her head no. Finally he must have played his hole card for even though I couldn't hear a word he was saying it was obvious she finally reluctantly acquiesced to whatever he was pitching.What happened next was the most shocking thing I had ever witnessed in my entire life. Lyn slid sideways in the booth until her back was against the wall and swung her legs up onto the.