"So you like what you see?"Rhetorical and cynical were her buzz words."Yes I do. Most pleasing. How much?" More than you can afford, judging by your s...uit."The crestfallen look in his eyes didn't disguise the lust he still heldfor her."What if I bargained? I mean... surely money isn't all you need?"She snorted. Of course it wasn't. Times were hard, and while currencywould be paramount to secure her drugs, she wasn't adverse to barteringaway her flesh now and again."Fine. What do you have to. The point was moot in any case, since it had to be an effective chimney from the way the wind was moving, so there would be no difficulty with having a fire in here. The fact that it was so dark in the chamber indicated that the top was closed to the weather, so we would not be troubled by rain.None of us could find anything immediately wrong with the cave, so we immediately staked our claim and prepared to move in. Jean and I whipped up a ladder for the front door so that we would not get so. Speaking of gods, oh what a Horse-God lived there! Strider was a blackstallion; tall, strong, firm, and virile. His even darker mane wasperfectly kept, his eyes seemed to always sparkle brightly. Quiet,stable, and independent. Strider was everything one could wish for in ahorse.A horse suit, that is.Andrea Lencroft was having the time of her life as Strider. It was sosimple tricking Markus into a bet that she would win, and now...she gotto be a horse for a month. Full time. She had gotten used. While our Mistresses ate by a table, we ate on the floor, naked, on all fours like pet dogs and always ate from a dog bowl.After dinner we had to lick our Mistress's clitoris. To them we were nothing but dogs-bdsm slaves to do with as they wished. When our Mistresses cum, we had to use our Blond hair to clean off the cum stains between their legs but never mind the cum stains on our own Blond hair or on our Nordic jaws.As I continued lapping at Mistress ... Nita's cunt, I was deep into my.