Her hands moved to his back, her red nails against his skin. They embraced liked this for what seemed an eternity, before Sir pulled her head back by ...her leash.“Mmmmmm a sensual woman you have here Little Tom.” With that Sir sat, and told Diane to sit beside him. They both sat, naked, facing me. “Now, Diane...” Sir turned to look at her, her body beautiful in the glow of the fire, his hand spreading her legs, her beautiful pussy laid bare before me, “little Tom here has been raving to me about. ‘Miss Lucy, please try and relax; it is difficult to remove your blouse when your arms are so stiff.’ ‘Y-yes, I’ll try and relax,’ Lucy said with a hesitant smile. ‘Your arms won’t be the only stiff thing tonight,’ Elizabeth added with a smirk. Lucy was pretty sure she heard herself let out a tiny ‘eep’ when she heard that. The familiar had removed her blouse and almost had her bra off. ‘Miss Lucy, I must insist you uncross your arms so I can remove your brassiere.’ Lucy sighed and uncrossed. First you have to get close enough to have a chance to kill him. So you travel a long ways to get close, but not too close so you scare him away. Then you must figure a way to kill him where he is. Once you figure a way to kill the bull, you must prepare for your plan. Then once you have everything ready, you spring your trap and force him to where you can kill him. Now all this takes a lot of time, right?” I see nods at the table.“We are tracking the bison right now, but he is a very long way. ‘Hey, honey, how about a dance?’ a very soft, silky voice uttered from behind me, causing me to turn around. Standing in front of me was a woman who was either pure feminine sensuality or else a prime example of beer (or tequila) goggles run amok. At least to my altered perception, she was about five feet, three inches tall and unmistakably olive in her skin tone. Her breasts begged to be fondled, so open was her cleavage to the public, and her hips were covered only by her lengthy T-shirt, as.