It simply skimmed and ran up and down, but not in her. She pushed as if desiring and wishing for the hardness to be up in her. Finally, Gloria reached...down in between them. She took hold of it. “Ohhhhhhh” he cried out. She did the same. Feeling his manliness, in her hand, felt incredibly wonderful to him. “Oh my lord, yes” he called out. She squeezed it and eased it up inside her vagina. “Oh god” he cried out. “Gloria, you feel soooo darn good. Ohhh lord” he moaned. She smiled as it went up. They were the same size as mine, though I was older than the girl. Hers would probably grow larger than mine as she matured. Her hand clenched mine as I led her to the tent. It had been such an exciting evening. The scent of blood still lingered in the air.And that always excited me. I was a lamia. Though my race was raised as slaves by the nagas across the Despeir Mountains, we were still similar to cats. We liked to hunt, to eat meat. We liked the taste of blood. And since we were creatures. You won’t get complaints at the very least.”“Just accept the situation?”“You can fight it, but it’s much easier if you accept it on your own terms. If your husband is able to buy out your contract he will. He’s probably still trying, but you have to be a good...” I paused here, not wanting to use the word I always referred to myself. “A good worker. Show them you’re up to the challenge. Don’t let your circumstances beat you. You can’t fight the collar.”There wasn’t a reply for a few minutes.. Now hop to it little lady before I lose my temper.”She relented and set the drinks in front of John. John picked up the shot glass with the whiskey in it. He sniffed it, nodded, and then set it down. He knew there was no way out of this situation except violence.John calmly said, “I heard that some men drink in the hope that it will make their pecker bigger. I don’t know if that’s your reason for drinking. Since I’m already hung like a horse, I don’t drink, in the hope that it will shrink down.