...."She let this fact set in, watching him pale at this revelation knowingit was true by him immobilized body."For example pick up the mess you made!... She pointed at the desk.Shivering he moved to do her bidding his tongue shaking out and lickinghis cooling spunk from the deck, he growled his displeasure but still hecomplied as if the collar was still in place."Mmmm I think the control is not going to last forty-eight hours withyou....maybe twenty-five but that's enough for what I want to do. As I connected the dots, I was now beginning to understand. Let me back up a bit and give you some of Maelyn’s background. Well, I’ll tell you what she had told me.Nine and a half years ago, Maelyn being age fifteen, her mother was killed in a car accident. Her father, George, was understandably heartbroken. He had shied away from any sort of romantic relationship until Maelyin convinced him to give love another chance. She helped him make a profile on a dating website and he went out with. When Carrie got him into position, she went back to the crew. A small bench had been placed under the massive stallion and Rachel thought she knew what was up. Carrie shouted “action!” and Indica got going. She walked around the huge animal, patting him and stroking him. She stopped at his head and looked into his eyes. She then put her hand between her legs and started rubbing, stopping every so often to put her hand up to Thor's nostrils to make sure he was getting a good whiff of this horny. She never considered withdrawing from the compelling oneness that our circumstances imposed on us.The paradox was that the immutable and supposedly hindering circumstances we found ourselves in made it impossible for us to just fuck. We could not rush headlong into an explosive, self-centred, purely bodily release that would have left us spent but emotionally apart and uninvolved. The stealth in our situation compelled us to be gentle, always tentatively listening, touching, and then responding.