”We agreed, and were taken to meet Señor José Castro, owner of Rancho San Justo and twice Comandante General of California while it was still part...of Mexico.He insisted that one of the local women could prepare the mountain lion pelt for me in the time it took us to ride to Monterey and back. I agreed since I didn’t have what I needed to do the job properly. Our dinner that night included an interesting vegetable that looked like a large version of the flower of a thistle bush. Señor Castro. He stopped fucking Danielle, and told her to kneel. Undoing her mittens he told her to put my plug back in my ass while I was told to finish him off. He undone my gag, and offered his dick. Not wanting more punishment I began to eagerly force myself on it. As deep as I could, and my tongue swirling around it. As I was trying my best to get him to cum, I felt Danielle probing my ass with the plug. As she slowly pressed it inside me, it was leaking the hot lube all the time. While it didn’t burn. I’m sure it won’t be a problem. You’re with me and I’m a really good customer.”Mark swallowed his spit hard and had no idea where she was taking him. He was feeling his underwear getting very tight, while his dick was starting to twitch. He was imagining all kinds of naughty things. They drove for about half an hour. Finally, they arrived at the location. Mark looked like he’d seen a ghost. She was taking him to an adult store. It was called “Kitty’s Boutique.”“We’re here.”“Okay. I. She slowed her walk and maybe there was a little extra sway in her hips as she eyed him up. He looked tall even sitting on the bench, and certainly, he was very lean. Lean in a delicious, muscular sort of way. And he had these beautiful green...oh no, he was looking at her. She adjusted her dress as she realized her tail must have been showing with the way he was looking. Her already flushed face turned much redder and she looked down at her shoes.Her heart thudding in her chest, she didn't.