It surprised her that the Ink Master was just as fierce in his taking of the male's anal entryway as well as the females and that Bojana added to thei... excitement by stroking the poor lost male's equipment until it fired off endless rounds of white liquid onto the black leather backrest. The groans and grunts of copulation of the most depraved sort filtered into her consciousness like little needles of stimulation not unlike the busy needle that worked her skin like some robotic torturer.It. Suddenly, the tattooed Pig appeared next to me, and he was wanking himself. I looked down in horror to see an absolutely huge PA ring through the end of his dick and he was lubing himself up. The thing was massive and suddenly I realised what the padlock noise had been and I started to struggle.“IT’S NO USE, PIG! HOW MANY TIMES DO I HAVE TO TELL YOU THAT YOU ARE MINE AND I’LL DO WITH YOU AS I WISH”. He started wanking even faster and his tool leapt to life and grew into a 12 inch monster and I. Between us we carried on removing each others clothes, the sound of our breathing captivated me in ways I had never felt before, clinging itself to me like a sweet memory, soft -- silky. I laid in your arms again, the arch returning to my back as i reached down and positioned you between my legs. my eyes, like two deep sapphires sparkled underneath the warm glow from the candle above where we lay together; the candlelight flickered in those deep gems making them all the more beautiful to look. No horses were killed or seriously wounded, which would have amounted to the same thing, because the drivers did such a good job. One reason that they were so happy was that they had actually been an integral part of the fight, instead of simply spectators. That sort of thing does wonders for the ego!It was not long after this fight where the horses were in danger that Naomi had a stroke of genius. She suggested that we treat the horses with a few drops of Water of Life to protect them against.