He stared at her but never once touched her. And then he left. Her mind had been filled with thoughts of him, his hands over her body, his tongue ming...ed in her mouth. She just couldn’t understand why he had left. Days later, a little boy had braved to enter into the brothel house, yelling, “Rowan!” The girls had been in an uproar, threatening to teach the youngster a thing or two. But he had been paid a nugget of gold to deliver a box. “I have a gift for you!” In the box was a beautiful dress. With a look of surprise, it slowly lowered it's huge hulking frame down and rolled next to me with an earth shaking thud. Not quite sure of how to express my gratitude, I patted it's jowl gently and it nudged me with it's snout. By then, the lizard women had arrived and stared at the scene in total disbelief until the Queen moved through the group and smiled at me knowingly. She turned to the remainder of group and spread her arms wide as she spoke. “Sisters,” she began, “The blessed Mother. What are you waiting for? You know it’s what I am. I’m a whore. Make me your whore.”I tried to slip back into character, but seeing the evidence of how I’d already abused her took the steel out of my voice. “Get up.”She rolled her eyes at me and gave me her most annoying, sarcastic, “Like, what?”I growled, grabbed a handful of hair, and pulled. “Get the fuck up.”She yelped, scrambling to her feet. Before she could get her balance, I shoved her hard onto the bed, making her cry out again. . It was like big waves passing over me before going flat for a while before the next set. This pattern only made each subsequent set more intense.I had never been this aroused in my life before. It consumed my whole being and I was feeling like a frustrated woman in desperate need of sexual release. If I was alone, I would have masturbated myself to a very quick orgasm."Are you ok with me taking off your panties now?" he abruptly asked.I didn't know what to reply but I was so ready for it, I.