One of the three girls from the Molten Core's group commented. "Let Turan Ram show them his amazing strength". The girl referred to Turan with the hon...rific title "Ram" after his name which meaning was "Exalted" and purpose to emphasize her of admiration toward him."A one versus one fight. Good". Turan approved. "We can't fight here, though. Come after me, now". Receiving compliments from his minions and the chance to show off his strength boosted Turan's ego by several levels."We can't leave. This was happening. This was really happening. She was bald. She was going to be tattooed. She was a slave.?I didn’t know who he was,? 4072 muttered, unable to project any louder than kitten’s mew. ?I didn’t mean any harm.?Snake put the white boxes on the table. He spoke softly, trying to comfort the inmate. ?You were set up, lady. Had to be. Someone wanted you to take a fall, and you’ve taken a hard one.??But why?? 4072 wrapped her arms across her chest and rocked back and forth,. His nostrils flared and he pawed at the earth with one hoof. Standing beside him, Marion unbuttoned her shirt, and she took it off. Her bare tits thrust out, the nipples swollen and taut. She hesitated for a moment, then began to remove her riding britches, too. She knew how much cum that horse was capable of spilling, and she didn't want to get her clothing soaked.She also wanted the jism to squirt on her hot flesh, not her garments.Marion squirmed out of the jodhpurs, her hips wriggling and. If they had been more attentive, they would have noticed that their flagons were refilled from different pitchers than those of their smiling tablemates.But the men's attention was already elsewhere. Except for camp followers, none of the men had been with a woman in weeks, certainly none like the exotic beauties now at their side: high cheekbones, gleaming ebony-smooth skin, hair that hung in hundred of tiny plaits interwoven with silver and copper-hue threads. The eyes of the men were.