"Erstmal, lassen wir diesen H?flichkeitsquatsch, ich bin ?lterals du, aber ist ja auch egal. Nenn mich Hokur, ich nenne dich Vaxya. Ichhoffe du kannst...reiten?"Max war wieder einmal leicht perplex. Er war ohne Weiteres auf ein Pferdgesetzt worden, welche er eigentlich abgrundtief hasste. Das f?hrtedaher, dass er die Tiere einmal dabei gesehen hatte, wie man sie zumNiederrennen eines Demonstrationszuges benutzt hatte.Nun war er also auf einem Pferd und wurde gefragt ob er Reiten k?nne,eigentlich. How do you justify staying in this kind of business?"Marta suddenly realized that she was raising her voice slightly and displaying a hostile attitude toward her paramour clients. Embarrassed now at her outburst, she reached for her iced tea and looked down at her plate.Hartwell went from surprise to mild irritation, and then he sighed as he put his own glass down and looked at Marta with an expression of understanding. He said, "I can understand your feelings about that, Marta. I really can.. ”“We have to, I’m getting close. Even though I am not inside of you, there is still a chance you could get pregnant.”She pulled her head back and looked into my eyes, then smiled. “Yeah, I guess you’re right. How about this, put your shorts back on, would two layers of fabric make you feel better?” I nodded, and after pulling on my underwear I laid back on top of her.When I was on top of her again, Linda slid one hand behind my head and pulled me back down to kiss her as her other hand pulled. Number three mounted the platform, lying on her back. The winning couple removed their own clothes. Each was now naked. The man went to the end of the platform and stretched number 3’s legs wide. He stood between them. From a tube, he began rubbing her vulva with a clear lotion. It served both to arouse the woman and to lubricate her for what was to come. The woman went to the front of the platform, sitting over number 3’s chest and straddling her face. Number 3 smiled that winning.