A much worshipped idol of myth and legend, a demigod of extinct primitive civilisations, the Beast is an ancient symbol of fertility, strength and vig...our. A giver of life, a bringer of joy, a source of pride or an object of derision, it can be an evil predator, a doer of wrong, or an instrument of joy and loving union. A creature of moods,the Beast can be warm, tender and loving or it can be spiteful, rough and brutal, feeding its primeval hunger without care or compassion. Secret object of. I hold out my hand, and she slides her leg down the horse, and jumps into my arms. "I'm Sally, what's your name? I should know the name of the man that has been watching me" she says. "I'm Chris, it's great to meet you".I cast my eyes down her firm body, taking in her flowing hair, her deep brown eyes, I see her pert breasts behind her tight blouse, her tan jodhpurs hug her legs, tight in her crouch, giving a suggestion of her pussy, and then look down her firm legs, to her black leather riding. HE SINGS THE SONGS THAT REMIND HIM OF... The music seemed to fade from Faith's ears and was replaced by the loud beating of her heart as she felt a wave of rage engulf her. Using the two bikers that held her arms for support, she kicked up both of her legs and kicked the two bikers that were about to swing at her. They both went rocketing backwards toward the bar. Then using the downward momentum of her legs, enhanced by her super strength, she flipped the two bikers that were. This is my night, nothing will go wrong. Maybe the little bitch in the trunk sensed that we were getting close to her final destination, because she began moving around violently in the trunk, making more muffled sounds and grunts than she had the rest of the trip. She actually thought she might be able to...what, get away? Haha. Even if she managed to undo the duct tape and rope tied around her hands and feet, which she never would, she'd still have to get out of the trunk. That wasn't.