The lights dimmed, and the spotlight went on; a beautiful horse stood in the center of the ring, tied to a post on each side of its head. I was led ov...r to the horse and was pushed underneath, the straps were put over the horse's back, and I was hauled up under his belly. They strapped me with a bit of slack; my legs were tied to each side and connected over the top with another strap. There was no way I could take a 20-inch horse cock; I was going to die from internal injuries.Flat face bent. It is true that locations burn themselves into the memories of painters and photographers after having worked there. They usually remember every detail, every wall and corner, the slant of light and every stone and crack in the pavement. André now knew that being forced to sit in the sun for hours had the same effect. Returning to the place was like meeting old acquaintances, intimate friends: a cracked flower pot, a garden hose, the gnarled skeleton of a dead vine hugging the top of a. The knights stepped through the doorway and into the street, stopping dead in their tracks. Neelam stepped around them and took in the scene before him.There were knights, Orcs, and what Neelam concluded were villagers, all frozen in the midst of fighting. The entire area was quiet, nothing moved, even Neelam noted, the two knights that were his guard. He saw the Orc with Maoauk frozen as well, while Maoauk himself was casually walking up the street of the village."Gor, what is wrong here?". As she walked toward the counter, I noticed her just above the knee fitted blue skirt, white blouse and a pink sweater jacket along with black heels and a black purse as I straightened the gun display up. “Can I help you?” Paul asked as the lady made it to the counter. “Yes, I need to see how much I can get for these items,” the woman stated handing the items over to Paul as I walked over. “Okay, give me a couple of minutes,” Paul responded as he headed to the back. I made sure to glance.