“Lucky I got rope for days,” he said, and started guiding the ropes around the cat girl’s wrists and ankles, not too roughly, pulling her into a...spread-eagle position on the table. She mewled when the rope pulled her hand away from her snatch, her ass lifting in the air in search of stimulation.“Oh man that’s hot,” whispered Jenkins, and Cameron squeezed tighter, drawing a faint trickle of blood. “Ow ow ow ok, sorry, Jesus. I’m telling you, the process is reversible.”“HOW,” roared Cameron.“I. I heard the word girlfriend and my heart raced."Oh yes. I like horses." I gushed.Charly and I went to the barn. He led out a beautiful black stallion."His name is Satan." He said.I replied. "What an ungodly name." said with a giggle.Charly reached under the magnificent horse and stroked his huge member. It grew in size before my surprised eyes. It was fascinating and I could not avert my gaze. I was in a trance and was getting wet again. This was getting to be a habit."Feel it." Said Charley.I. The bartender helped by distracting Weimar while I poked my pistol muzzle in his belly. To save us some trouble, the bartender offered us the use of one of the whore's rooms while we questioned the two alleged kidnappers. I had no doubt about LaFrance, but I did have a smidgeon of doubt about Weimar. I figured that LaFrance would settle that question before the night was over.We chained Weimar's hands behind his back around a post in the storeroom of the saloon before we took LaFrance upstairs. His lips met hers in a firm kiss unlike his typical soft advances. She felt his one hand on her back, the other behind her head holding her. As he pulled away his dark brown eyes looked deep into hers. He turned her slightly so that he was partially behind her and she was looking into a mirror. Like many women, she had always felt a bit self conscious about her body, feeling she needed to lose a pound here or there. As she saw herself with him, she realized how much bigger he was. His broad.