She'd come to me with an intellectual property case. Carrie was an aspiring artist. In fact, she was a pretty good painter. There was a successful Can...dian artist who was notorious for ripping off lesser-known painters' work and passing it off as his own. I'd heard about this guy and had wondered when somebody would nail his ass to the wall. It turned out that I was to be that somebody.Carrie had gone to one of the pig's shows. She was surprised and shocked to see an almost exact copy of one of. Maybe he’d have something from Good King Bahul in there? Or something from the First Unconquered? Or the Fifth! Or ... any of them! But then Goat’s foot clomped against his hat – rattling the whole structure. “Forward!” He said. Ember wanted to glance back over his shoulder, to see if he could see Chirp and Xora. But instead, he started forward, walked between two trees, and stopped short – the hat catching on both trees and tugging off his head. He had a second of horrified shock at the sudden. As he looked into my eyes I felt my focus move to theenormous bulge tucked into his thong and back-andforth to his eyes. Each time he came by my seat Icould feel his intensity growing and my heartbeatracing. I ran my fingers over his sculpted chest andsix pack abs. As the show was winding down at the endof the evening my girlfriend decided to call it anight and head for home. I had a final glass of wine as I watched the lastdance of the night. As I was heading out the door Inoticed several. I play with the dogs and take them for a quick walk while you finish getting ready.Upon my return you're waiting for me and I reach under your skirt to verify that you're indeed pantiless, which of course you are. We make our way outside and hop onto the bike. You try to do it as lady-like as possible but there's only so much you can do based on how you're dressed and how big the bike is.You settle in and straddle the big saddle and I can only imagine what type of mess you're going to leave on.