Luckier than the others, closer to the tithe-wagon and so harder for an archer to locate, Nemi had the sense to drop from her mount, to get down among...the milling, frightened horses, and take what cover she could from them. Glancing through the disarray she saw a couple of the other Amazons follow her lead, though, closer to the edge of the confusion, they were soon exposed, soon fell.Turning to her left, Nemi watched, impotent, as the wagon tried to turn, but there was no way through. Even as. Emma flinched as she felt Carol’s fingers stroke her labia. She blushed as she realised that Carol could feel how wet she was.“You fucking slut, you’re dripping.”Carol knelt behind Emma and wiped Emma’s juices along her ass crack, circling Emma’s puckered dark star. When she felt Emma moan with pleasure, she stopped and reached over, opened the bedside drawer and pulled out the purple feeldoe.“Little fucktoys don’t get to decide what happens.” Carol raised herself up and slowly pushed the. She was also wearing clothes that accentuated them as well. High heeled shoes to make her calves stand out, high cut skirt, a blouse that was straining to break the buttons, along with two very pointed nipples poking at the fabric, and blonde hair that I could tell wasn’t natural.She came up, glancing at me, ignoring Betty, then fastened her eyes on Harry. Her voice was sultry. “Howdy. I heard you were told to ask for me. I’m Wanda.”Harry was sweating, even though it wasn’t hot inside the. ‘I’ll just get back to practice now.’ ‘Actually, I was standing outside the door during the whole time that you were playing. I shouldn’t have, I should have been working. I hope you don’t mind.’ The statement lit an ember of curiosity. Here was a janitor who was not a janitor. A man who said he was leaving but remained standing in front of her piano, grinning unabashedly as she tried to dismiss him. He was a young man who she should know, but did not. He was a popular, athletic young man, with.