. She is sitting on a sturdy wooden chair fixed to the floor. She feels something long and thick entering her and holding her more or less suspended i... the air. His wrists are tied to a rope that comes from a pulley attached to the ceiling. But the worst part are her legs, open and tucked in at the knees, ankles tied to the back of the chair. Her whole body is stretched like a bowstring and centered on the stick that penetrates her. She spent hours trying to relieve the horrible pressure at the. "Felt good to be working the kinks out of my riding muscles." That's good, because I've got a job for you tomorrow that'll take a lot of riding." Snurl's smile grew even broader. "We need to know what shape the water supply is in where we'll be camping tomorrow night, so you'll lead a scouting party to find out. I'll give you two good men who know the country. They can show you three places we can reach where there should be water. It'll be up to you to decide which one is best. Get word back. Because why not?" He continued to rant in excuse of his confession."Yeh, I guess so."This had been Chris's philosophy ever since the two became friends, andperhaps one of the things Kyle found so endearing about him. Hisoutgoing, confident nature was infectious, and Kyle couldn't deny thatthis had, in some way, rubbed off on him. The development of his ownpersonality in the last 7 weeks wasn't simply coincidence."So what did you wear?" Kyle asked."Dresses. Stockings. Underwear. It sounds weird,. We just lay joined, pressed together as if to intermingle our bodies until there was no distinction between us, as if we were one organism. It was only after my slowly deflating cock slipped from her, that the first words came from her mouth.She gave a short laugh. “Sorry I ruined our week of distance. After all the emotion of Saturday I just needed you so badly it hurt.”“I’m glad you came for your analgesic!” I laughed, as she pushed me off her with mock outrage. “No,” I said, “I’m really glad.