Teene's clients had tired of me was being suppressed by the thought of all that hard, dominant sex. My cock began to twitch as in my head, Mr. Pain an... Mr. Pleasure began to argue with Mr. Self-Preservation over who really had my best interests at heart. Of course, any opportunity to escape would be seriously considered, but Mr. Fear had to be absolutely sure I wouldn't be risking my nuts if things went awry.I just couldn't believe how ambivalent I was about this potentially life-threatening. ”Peter touched the screen and returned the cell phone to his pocket. The kid was now staring at him like he had just woken up with a rattlesnake in his bed. The guy had just used his handle in public. That was not good.The kid’s cell phone chimed. He pulled it out and looked at the message. It was short and simple, “Pull your head out of your ass. Samson.”The kid swallowed heavily. Sweat was forming on his forehead. He looked like he was about to have a stroke. He went to send a reply only to. Armed with what he thought was more than enough knowledge to demand the spirit to grant him his request, he resolved to seek out the river dragon. The following morning he gathered his belongings and his horse and set off to the east. It was nearly midday when he came upon the river. The road crossed over the river by way of a wide stone bridge which was well traveled by the local farmers and merchants. Feeling that his demand of the river dragon needed privacy, the warrior turned his horse off. The flat white plane of Julie's belly trembled as his searching fingers exposed the slit of her open crotch, and her rib cage rose and fell against his heaving chest, her nipples becoming hard as little beach pebbles against the material of his shirt.Then two fingers were pressing into the warm opening of her pussy, plunging up, up, up, past the hard ring of muscle that released its tightness to allow this intrusion."Aaaahhhh!" she cried out, screwing her hips up to meet his thickly probing.