Of a white beyond white it was, though now she saw, with a start, that it was not pure white. Wrapped around the core horn, which appeared to be smoot...h as glass, was another, smaller horn, of gold. As she moved her fingers over the golden horn she realized it was a helix, wrapping around the tapering cylinder of the main horn.The unicorn looked at her harder and seemed to be studying her very soul."Why do I need this?" asked Hyandai, running her slender fingers over the ridges of the golden. It was my boss, Larry Gilmore. We'dworked together for five years. I'd played poker at his house two weeksago. I went to his son's baptism last spring. This was not what I hadexpected. I froze."Well, little lady? Do you think I can help you?" He stared right at meand seemed oblivious to who I actually was. I can do this, I can dothis. I have to do this, I thought to myself."Do you think you could, like, give me a ride? Like, pretty please?" Myvoice raised even higher and trembled a bit as I. Last Saturday she had fucked his cock over eight times besides sucking his cock as many. She was a hot horny nympho and she was cock hungry. He decided he needed to find a stand in to fuck her for hours to help him satisfy her and he knew he would love to watch her pussy get fucked by a huge cock. He loved to be kinky and see her fucked. He began to search for the right man. He had to have a huge cock. At least twelve thick inches and be able to fuck and cum for hours. He himself had an. To please him.I crept down from the pinnacle. Moment by moment somehow cooling the need inside me. Drifting away. Back to the masquerade ball. Seeing him on the sideline leaning against a pillar to the left of the dance floor, flute of champagne in hand. Watching. Seemingly just me.Every time I looked his way as I twirled and stepped to the rhythm, he was following my every move. I felt singled out. In a spotlight. Special. Like the imperfections that usually define me didn’t exist or somehow.