“Let her reins hang loose like that,” he instructed the girl.He got into his saddle bags and pulled out a mason jar that had a thick, pasty brown ...substance in it.“Bob’s patented saddle-sore solver,” he said, holding it up to her.“What do I do with it?” she asked, skeptically. “It looks like it would taste nasty.”“It would taste nasty, if you were foolish enough to eat it.” He grinned. “Smear it on your butt and inner thighs. Rub it in pretty well. In about sixty seconds you won’t be able to. Luck was still with me and took the earliest flight out.While waiting for the plane to board I was thinking about changes to the device. I had checked it with my luggage for even though it looked like an ordinary camera, the x-ray machine would view it as something very suspicious.Although my mind was busy with equations, the rest of my brain still needed a pleasure fix. The uncomfortable erect penis pressing against my jeans was proof of that. Across from me was a very attractive woman in her. I was walking outside, doing my best to keep my kneesstraight and shoulders back, stepping firmly on the heel, keeping thesidewalk in my very limited field of vision that the holes in the pupilsof the mask's eyes allowed, feeling the cool breeze on my naked buttbarely covered by the short flouncy skirt, feeling the butt plug's bulbhitting my inner thighs with every step. With my heart racing, I walkedthrough the familiar neighborhood, thinking that anyone who would lookout of the window at this. Before long, I started thinking about the two zebra stories I had written and the hundreds of pictures of equine genitalia I had looked at during the research stage. As you would expect, it did not take long before I felt a powerful fantasy grow within me. Oh no! I thought as I felt my arousal level rise and my eyes travel to the nearest zebras crotch. Obviously, the animal was not aroused, so his cock was nowhere to be seen. That is, until the real world faded. Moments later, an identical.