It stunk too.I butchered the carcass quickly and with my crystals converted the scaled hide into a type of leather that could be used for saddles. Son...a had to help me. We didn't want the flesh to linger here.Sonya was artistic and made a saddle for her that reflected where the leather came from. I had to do another that fit me better and complimented hers. This was a good type of competition. We made three riding saddles this way but didn't need the other. Three more saddles were made but. ” By the time she had finished, I could clearly hear, what I found out later, was her Canadian accent.“As long as you’re sure. I’m Nicola and this is my husband, David. Dave to his friends and as you’ve been so kind, I’ll kick him if he says you can’t call him Dave.”Both women laughed and I could not help but think it was at my expense. “I’m Alice and yes, I’m sure. For some reason the regulars let me have a table to myself.”This piqued my curiosity but I was not going to be churlish enough to. When I stood essentially naked in the parking lot, he asked for the two vibrators that had tormented me the entire evening so far. After handing them to him, he instructed me to lean back against the hood of his car facing the restaurant building … and masturbate to climax.I didn’t question his words. I didn’t hesitate. I undressed as he directed, removing and dropping my dress, bra, and panties on the hood of his car. I bent over without doubting so I could locate the fine chain attached. “Is he watching?” she asked.I turned a glance towards him, not losing my rhythm. He was staring so hard I could see the pupils in his eyes go wide. “He’s devouring you with his eyes,” I replied.“Ohmygod!” Lydia yelled. “Put your fingers in.”I obeyed, inserting one, and then immediately two fingers inside of her. She groaned and rammed her ass backward onto my fingers. I lowered my head and began to lick and bite her ass, closing in on her puckered back door.“Uuuumph! Yesss!” Lydia exclaimed as.