Christine’s eyes wanted to lock onto the sight, but she fought the desire. “Have fun, though?”“God, yes. I’ve never been able to just buy ...hatever I wanted before. And the spa... Oh – my – god. I can’t believe I let someone give me a bikini wax. I was so relaxed that she could have suggested anything and I would have just nodded.”Christine strongly suspected that the woman who had given Lynne that bikini wax would have loved to suggest something. While the blonde tried to hide it,. She bounced off and landed on the floor as the ogre barreled at my illusion. The floor shook, wood groaning, floor joists protesting the brute’s weight.“PUSSY!” he growled, cock hard. He dropped his club and swept out a meaty hand at my illusion.His hand passed through nothing. The illusion disrupted, blurring into rainbow of colors before reforming into the image. The ogre snorted. His heavy brow furrowed. He let out a snort and then snarled and thrust his hand froward again.He slammed his. It had to be easy for them to take and control their stallions. Her dad could handle huge draft horses in heat. A city girl could not deal with such dangerous animal urges in the quiet suburbs. If someone did not get hurt the noise could still attract attention from nosy neighbors. Her best mannered little stallions fetched high prices and she was a shrewd negotiator with teen girls. Jenny had many photos of her little horses with their new girl owners. All these girls had a naughty look in. "I looked her in the eyes and said, "I know you want this too."Before she could respond, I feverishly moved my hand from her rear and under her baby doll, planting it firmly on her mound."Oh," I heard before pressing my lips hard against hers again. I wasted no time and hooked a finger under the tiny thong panties moving them to the side.Quickly, I twisted my fingers around until they parted her pussy lips, and I had three digits deep inside her soaked snatch.Once again, Bethany started to buck.