I don’t understand myself.’ Her mother sieved a well-manicured hand through her bob and took a few steps toward the outdoor fireplace. ‘He can�...t. If word of this becomes public…’ She turned around suddenly, eyes wild, ‘We’ll be ridiculed. Your aunt won’t stand for this. She’ll throw me out and I have nothing, Abigail.’ Abigail turned her face away, unwilling to hear her mother’s rant again. ‘You talk to that man, Abby. Dissuade him from this scandalous pursuit. Make him listen to the voice of. “Yes, please!” I whimpered in response. She slowly crooked her middle and ring finger, the tips slipping in between my still - or again - dripping wet folds. My breathing immediately grew quicker; the fingers went in deeper, up to the second knuckle, then all the way, and I could feel them scrape softly along my vagina walls. She never broke eye contact, and when she wiggled her fingers inside me, my knees almost let out. Then she started to finger-fuck me, hard, pulling out almost all the way. Yes what we have both dreamed of. We can now do. She whispered as she lowered her hands to his belt and unbuckling it, she tugged it free, then unbuttoned his pants. Leaning back he watched as she unzipped his pants. Lifting his hips she tugged them down his legs freeing him for her eyes to feast on. Yes…as I have seen on my cam. She whispered as she took him in her hands. Brushing her fingers over his cock. It was already hard and begging for her touch. Moaning he watched in awe as she did. ” He looks his new slaves over. “You two will sleep with me.” He points at the twins who seem excited at the prospect.“Master, the package has arrived.” A hissing, whiny voice from the crowd.Five short ratlings push through the crowd. Leading a horse and carrying some wrapped bundles.Not a horse! Olivia realizes. A centaur. She stood six feet tall. Smaller and slighter than a real horse, but still big.Her horse half was a chestnut, blending into a tanned torso. She wore a white linen top. Cut.