.”“That’s one of the OTHER kind, babe. I ain’t too sure that she doesn’t supplement her wages here with some negotiable comfort payments aft...er work.”“‘Negotiable Comfort?’ You mean, like prostitution?”“Prostitution’s a harsh term. She goes through a guy every few days, maybe a week or two. He gets what HE wants, she gets what SHE wants. Some of these construction guys are pretty free with their money.”She looked at me. “I know girls can be as predatory as men, babe. You didn’t get that with me.. Please don’t hurt me” she begs. I drag her in-between her car and another, placing her on the floor, face down. I retrieve a cable tie from my pocket and tie her hands behind her back. “You’re doing well. Don’t make a sound and this will be over soon.” I say. I place a gag in her mouth and cover her eyes with blindfold. I can feel my cock turning to rock inside my tight jeans as I listen to her sobs. Lifting her up onto my shoulder, I walk through the car park, observant for passer-bys. He washed himself, paying particular attention to the skinned place, despite the stinging, then washed his clothes and hung them on a bush to dry, all the while keeping an almost unconscious vigil for the cat or other predators. With the dampened wash rag, he wiped his bloody hand prints from the crossbow and set it aside to fully dry while he stretched out in the stream again to enjoy being cool and clean.After a few minutes, he stood and wiped the water from his body. I'm gonna need something. My pussy was so wet. I began to finger myself and rub my clit. My other hand went under my shirt and bra and I fondle my boobs. All the time I was staring at that huge horse cock and imagining it between my legs. I came quickly but it wasn’t enough. I came twice more before I managed to calm down enough to zip up my jeans. That night in bed, naked, I relived the sensations while imagining being fucking by a huge horse cock. Right there I decided I had to have it, just once.I was aware that.