..where didthat come from ?Looking in the mirror, my heart pounds in my chest. I breathe deeply andcan feel my breasts arch higher with every single b...eath. My skin becomesclammy with sweat and I begin to twitch in anticipation. I want it, Iwill it to happen, my mind consumed by it. I yearn for my desire to bequenched.I close my eyes and wait, waiting for those invisible fingers to settleon the edges of my shirt slowly pulling the two sides apart. My breathingbecomes even deeper and my breasts. Sarah had never seen one for real, except on the shelf of that upmarket sex-shop shed visited once in London, near Covent Garden and shed seen pictures of them on the web-site that shed used to order herself the Rampant Rabbit that gave her so much pleasure during lonely nights, so the sight of the man suspended from the frame, unable to move, and unable even to speak came as somewhat of a shock to her sensibilities. She watched, fascinated, as one of the pony-tailed women pulled a number of. The nobility and clergy wouldn't even waste the moisture to spit on you. The merchants use your kind as cheap labor to be used. The warriors bully and harass and abused and even the peasants wouldn't bother to talk to you. Even the slave have more rights than you, as there's at least laws to prevent the worst of abuses being committed against them.The non-humans are even worse. What few Elven species you've encountered would never bother to talk to you. The Dwarves see you as a commodity and. ” “There’s one more thing Mathew, if you have the time.” “Sure, you’re the last for today. What’s up?” “I don’t know how to begin, but I think I just want to tell you how appreciative I am.” Mathew was a bit confused. “You did all the work, I just…” Sam interrupted, “Not the jog…that’s not what I meant. I want to thank you for your ‘work’ with Amy.” Mathew had no idea where this was heading. He didn’t think Sam knew anything about the fun he and Jamie had with his wife. It’s very rare when.