I strained my eyes, trying to sort through the crowd. There, there he was! My first impression was that he was a fairly nondescript gent. Youngish, lo...ked in his mid-20s, a bit younger than his actual 33. Rich red hair, the shade of high-quality rubies, was what pointed him out to me. Pat had mentioned that his hair was his most distinctive feature, it was normally a chestnut brown, dyed to this rather magnificent shade of red. He had an oval face, with intelligent hazel eyes framed by bronze. I had been practicing every evening with Mom giving me constructive criticism. My times were improving and I felt confident that I could do well in Cheyenne. “Chelsea, this rodeo is probably one with the toughest competition, outside the National Finals. All the top contenders will be here doing their absolute best so you have to be totally in it if you’re going to do well. “I know Mom, and I think that I’m ready. Rip is doing good and making the turns really well.”“One more thing Chelsea. “Suck my slutty cunt, whore!” 22 moaned, rubbing pussy cream all over her face. “Mmmhh, that's it you nasty whore. Lick my slit. Who's the fucking loser cunt, now, bitch!” 14 was kicking hard, struggling to get out from underneath 22 as she sat on her face. 22 was moaning, pinching her nipples on her big tits. My cock was rock hard and it was pretty clear that 14 had lost, so I knelt down, lifted up her hips and just fucked my cock into her wet pussy. 14's tits jiggled as I fucked her and I. She must be after vengeance for killing my former master. She sent Warleader Gorth'in. He's a brutal man. Not the worst of her servants, that's Antrevia and her pet ogre, Gor.”“Well, I learned that Zizthithana is working for my father,” I said. “That's why he's letting her take slaves. My father needs humans to power his army. This Lodestone uses the people captured by the Shizhuthian slavers to control the constructs of his army. To expand it, he needs more and more people. Thousands of.