"So you wouldn't mind if I..." He tore open the boxers a little more, enough so my cock pushed through. He kissed it again before he pulled hard on th... fabric, ripping it right around to the back. He kept tearing at it, like opening a gift you've been waiting for ages to get. All that he'd left on me was a strip of elastic and some loose fabric. The breeze did feel amazing as we took off the elastic band and were both totally naked in this small, shaded wood. The soft, mossy earth was dry under. With any luck, the colts would escape the gelder's knife and join the Sultan's armies in the House of the Malamutes. The fate of her daughter would depend on whether she was a great beauty, or a had the beginnings of a racer like her mother. If she caught the eye of a rich townsman, she might even have the honor of living in a house and wearing clothing, maybe even going on to become a great man's wife. In any case, the Viscountess had long ago given up hope of seeing her children again. . I knew most of it anyway from training. They'd put me in aninduced coma as it's the only safe way. Bit by bit samples would betaken from my body, modified in the lab to what was needed, bonded to avirus, and injected back into me. There would also be a host of nondelta Modsur. Sorry, now I'm doing it. Non delta Modsur is modificationsurgery that can be done on anyone. It's easier and cheaper, forexample, shortening my vocal cords through surgery than through genetics.Same with hair. I bet she would love it. She’s making the eye contact with both of us. She knows.’ ‘Christ! Stop it!’ Belle giggled. I pushed my hand further up Sally’s thigh, to her crotch. Carrie was staring at me, her foot brushed against mine. It had to be hers. Ah, that was it. Contact. I felt Sally’s warmth, and spared her a look. She smiled, finishing her Malibu. ‘Last call!’ the bartender called out, as if it were a tornado warning, his voice careening through the bar, infiltrating the little.