...RUB MY BODY DOWN WITH EATABLE OIL..ESPECIALLY STRAWBERRIES.....AND AWAY I HIT THE DOOR....GET TO THE HOTEL AND THE DESK CLERK ALREADY KNEW WHAT TIM... IT WAS....SHE TELLS ME THAT I AM EXPECTED..I WAS LIKE WELL DAMN..I HEAR YA...SHE TELLS ME WHAT ROOM AND NOT TO KNOCK ON THE DOOR...JUST GO IN...I GET ON THE ELEVATOR AND GET TO THE ROOM AND OPENS UP THE DOOR..THERE YOU LAY LOOKINF FINE AS WINE....YOU LOOK UP AT ME AND SAID DAMN GIRL YOU LOOKS SO GOOD I CAN EAT YOU...I SAY TO YOU BABY THATS WHAT. . Sir."He smiles, but narrows one eye. The "Sir" was obviously expected a bit earlier in my reply."Why not?" Er, well, err, Sir, I mean it's not a thing girls do really, unless you are very sporty..." And do owners like flabby slaves?"Owners. That word again. I get an odd stab of pleasure hearing it applied to me."Well, no, I guess not. But doesn't weight training make you all bulky and not very attractive?" Fifty: that's just a myth. Yes, you can get overbuilt, but you have to work hard and. With more than two dozen horses moving in a loose group, nobody noticed Spirit prancing then stopping to pump me full of cum, my mouth pressed hard against his chest to muffle my screams of ecstasy.Beneath the coat it was hot, the heat of the sun, the lack of a breeze, Spirit and I both sweating, I could feel our mixed juices seeping out around his deep buried shaft, trickling down over my puckered rosebud, before dripping down to disappear in the grass.Then we reached the arena, a huge roped. I'd lived a verysheltered life ten floors below the ground. Cass was the leader of herteam and she still seemed a little upset at me. I didn't blame her. Herteam was one person shy as Ezriah had been on her team."Rangers. For those that don't know who this is, her name is Dejah andshe's trying out for our squad. We need to put her through the drill.She must be tested on fighting with and without weapons, scoutingtechniques, navigation, and team communications."I went down the line and shook.