I reached my stop and got off. I didn’t think of her again. The next morning I was in my seat early, at 8:57, waiting for the 9:04 departure time, w...en the same woman got on and sat in the same seat as the day before, just opposite me. It was a considerably warmer morning, so she wore an off-white skirt just above her knees, with a peach silk collarless blouse and a quirky gold necklace with small, mismatched charms or knots every inch or so. She carried a tan cardigan, as I now recall, in the. He reached in his pocket, pulling outwhat appeared to be a blank white mask holding it behind his body. Hecasually approached Strider and used one hand to pull the horse's face tolook him. It was always akward kissing a horse, and it was more Markusgiving tiny kisses across the horse's skull. But still, the passion andthe love was there as Markus gently stroked the horse."I love you two...but I really don't have time..."Strider looked at him with this black eyes, head tilted slightly. "Oh,but. Alone, he'd be in the worst possible situation - an attractive target. Powerful enough to be worth securing, but not powerful enough to defend himself.The other obvious course was to pick a side. If he did it quickly enough, he might secure a better deal. However, he knew from long experience that deals were only honored for as long as the most powerful side saw an advantage in it. He would become a vassal, a slave in all but name, soon enough.There was one last path to take, not obvious at. ”He had me lay on my back on the couch, with my head hanging a little over the end of the cushioned arm. Then Doug backed up and squatted over me, pressing his big, hairy balls to my mouth, and he was almost sitting on my chest. He smelled like he had recently showered, but I still loved the musky aroma of his hairy crotch, and I began sucking his balls, with his thick cock hanging heavily on my head. I sucked his balls for about five minutes, until I began sucking his long, thick, bulging.