"Yes, I smoke. Your listing said you had a preference for a smoker." Yes," I replied.Whitney lit her cigarette and took a puff. "So, why do you want a... relationship with a smoker. Most non-smokers don't want anything to do with a smoker."I cleared my throat. "I have a smoking fetish."Whitney laughed. "Why am I not surprised? Go on." I like to watch topless and naked women smoke. It arouses me."Whitney had a surprised look on her face. "Really? I'd never heard that before." She put her cigarette. They saw that her hands were tied in front of her and she was using them to hang on to the saddle horn; she was in some danger of falling if the horse moved too fast because she had no place to put her feet. The man in the saddle with her was using the stirrups, but he had one arm wrapped around the woman with his hand holding on to her breast.The three lawmen followed the bandits while they tried to figure out what to do. They didn't want to do anything to endanger the woman captive, but they. He smiled as he gave me a box, it containing to my pleasure few small vacuum bulbs some pegs and a soft whip of flat leather strips. They had obviously selected these from their playthings as I glimpsed all manner of sex toys in that cupboard as he closed the door. “Today you are her master, you have time to get her ready then you are going to get my wish if she is really horny, if not you just get to screw her, and it`s her decision, do you understand?” Oh yes I understood alright, my god. ” She stares at it. “Although I never expected the cursed arm to be some armlet, I wonder how it works? I’ll have to prove that this is it when I go to them so I might as well figure it out.”She slips the armlet on her arm and holds out her hand. Breathing in a surge of energy flows through her body as the gem’s color changes to a brilliant green. She stands, holding out her arm as she closes her eyes and breathes.“I don’t feel anything in particular from this thing. But that elf was able to.