“What they're making will be hearty and yummy.”My stomach growled.“And that's important after a long day of riding,” I added.Carsina groaned. ...��I never want to ride a horse again. It's terrible.”“Told you,” I said. “You get used to it,” Greta said. “Mostly.” Mistress's Kora's dance drew my attention again. My nipples hardened against the leather strap of my armor, tingling and throbbing. Little zaps of lightning shot down to my pussy. My snatch clenched. Juices coated my bush. I squeezed my. He has done it before. ‘Don’t worry — it’s fine. I’m fine. She’s fine. We’re fine’. Unmistakeable but wasted in the sense of unnecessary. The other customers fix their designer coffee cups with interested stares. No one is going to say anything. Her smile is wasted as there will be no eye contact. I alone in the café try, an exercise in futility to match hers thanks to the forgotten red lensed sunglasses, which hide the ‘are you REALLY fine?’ question in my eyes as perfectly as they had earlier. "Do you need any help walking?" "I think I can manage to make it to the bathroom by myself, thank-you very much." I stumbled toward the door. "Here, let me help you." He pulled his shorts back on and steadied me. He picked up my clothes and, after making sure the coast was clear, escorted me to the bathroom. My head was swimming from the combination of drugs, alcohol, and sex. I cleaned up as best I could and put my clothes on. Sara burst through the door and almost knocked me over. . “I agree.”Caine took his shirt from Janie as Cerise pulled a small glass bottle with a cork stopper out of her bag. She worked the cork free and waved the bottle beneath Tonya’s nose. The little witch arched her back and opened her eyes with a shocked gasp. Cerise smiled tightly and stoppered her bottle. The gathered brothel workers in the doorway whispered and jostled with excitement. “Much better. Try not to move yet. How do you feel?” Cerise asked, holding Tonya down with a gentle hand on.