She wore her armor as she sat astride her camel, her large breasts contained by the shining breastplate, her midriff bare. I could see the chainmail l...in cloth draped over the right side of her saddle, pressing on her thigh and reaching towards the greaves protecting her shins and strapped over knee-high boots.But where was the love? The anger? She walked her camel forward, motioning to her allies to stay behind. I gripped the reins of Blackthorn, my warhorse, searching for any emotion in her. My pussy was still so sensitive after being denuded of all its protective hair. Every waking moment was a constant reminder of its presence. The rubbing of any clothes, the wash of water from the shower, even the air that blew across its bare flesh set me on edge, wanting to touch it and to caress it. I laughed. More like having someone else touch it and feel it. Performing simple daily tasks, going to work, driving, running errands, cooking – every move I made was with the constant. With my nose wedged tightly against her asshole, I began to twirl my tongue around, searching out every crevice of her tight box. I tried to move my hands to grab her ass and adjust it to get a better angle, but my wife was still holding the chain, restraining me and watching me attend to this dominant lesbian. I could feel movement on my stomach, Beth squirming as she shared a passionate kiss with her partner. I could feel Tammy’s pussy lips quivering around my tongue as she performed her own. Now you better play along nicelyor I might just let your secret slip to mom." Keira grinned, even thoughAshley couldn't help it she was going to regret being complimented bytheir mother.Back in her office Beatrice was smiling. While walking out she hadn'tbeen able not to notice how good Ashley actually walked in those heels.It was quite surprising to be honest. Anyways, it was time for her tocall the company behind that big contract to let them know she mostlikely had a replacement model. If.