He does indeed growl again, louder and directed at the jerk beside her. He tugs her against Him while muttering at the asshole to back up. The drunk guy glances and considers the threat before rolling his eyes and switching to the other side.

Both hands reach up to rest on her hips as He tries not to just start scowling at everyone around them like they are potential threats.

Before smiling at her again, ignoring the rest, for the moment.

Only one way to find out...

He watches, as her gaze moves to His mouth and He slowly glances down at her own as well. The drinks imbibed already fueling His overactive imagination.

Taking a chance, He leans down to whisper.

How about we slip outside where it's more quiet? Or I can take you home, if you'd rather...

While His true question isn't vocalized, surely she picks up on it just the same. His large hands gently remain in place on her hips as He pulls her closer to Him.

Mind whirls at the use of the word haunch realising the woman means her leg

Lifts her left leg terrified of the crop and the prod

dropping what I had in my hands

These should fit perfectly!
Lift the left hauch! NOW!

watches as the woman eventually returns trmbles stood drooling on her breasts

rummaging through the leather stuff
picking something, then tossing back
again and again
then finally seem to have found what I seek
returning with what is seemingly as pair of boots with high shafts

"Okay, simmer down, buddy. I'm not your BDSM anything. Nor are you mine. I'm a person. My name is Seven. You can go away now. Please don't make me..."

She trailed off for a moment, staring into the distance.

"Please excuse me, I have to go and do something."

Nods.

She's shaking her head again and she's smiling up at him. She can't keep up with his quips. But she's laughing and leaning in. An anxious customer does jostle her then and she's pushed over against him, her hand coming to land on his thigh to keep from falling face first in his lap as she feels his grip tighten at her waist holding her. She ignores the jostle but can't ignore the electricity that rushes through her. She plays it off by responding to his winked comment.

"You might be addicted to run the other way."

She winks back and fingers clench on his thigh when his warm breath washes over the shell of her ear when he whispers in reaction to her cough.
She can't stop her lips from parting or her gaze from looking at his mouth, wondering about that mouth to mouth. A soft throaty sigh passes her lips and she hopes he doesn't hear it over the noise of the bar as the flush flares again.

Oh, the Isle of Man flag is a made up of three legs attached together in a sort of pinwheel.

shudders at the casual touch on her breasts as the woman turns and leaves, realising she cant go anywhere she is tied to a pole and has no hands or arms anymore that she can use

More than a little worried when you say that and wrap your hands around my neck

Breathing out a sigh of relief when you decide to spare me. This time...

patting your udders

Don't worry - I'll be back quickly
But don't go anywhere in the meantime!

gigging and turning to go through the stuff of the tack room

"Please allow me a moment to catch up."

Smiles.

"Hello, my friend. I have to kill kelleigh now."

Takes her little hands and wraps them fully around kelleigh's neck, but doesn't squeeze.

"No, I love her. She's the best."

Nods lots.

The news I get from the doctors today
Doctor just came in left now
I C & P to save typing
It’s been fun

Well doctors just left
Here is the story mi copy and paste it to save time I
I have to send it to you and everyone else

It's been nice having you as my friend over the years

Here’s the bad news
😢😭😭😭😭they can’t continue with the treatments as they are
Will keep me comfortable later getting me back home with home care put my hospital bed together in the living room and other things I need
And in 2-8 months depending on how much they can give me I will die

Women are so artistic and exquisitely erotic that I understand, at some visceral level, why women are attracted to each other. I love that interaction between women so much that one of my favorite fantasies is to be bound and helpless, being allowed to watch two women interacting, but not being allowed to intervene myself. One woman binds the other and goes after her, tickling her so intensely that she squirms and struggles and begs for mercy, putting on such an exquisite exhibition!

If I was with a woman with such erotic inclinations, I would be devoted to dropping hints and trying to seduce other women into engaging in such interactions with my woman. In that way, I would be serving my woman, but I would also be the beneficiary of watching my woman open the minds and bodies of those other women. I love being the tickler, but I would also LOVE watching my woman doing the tickling… or being tickled.

trembles trying to nod her head the collar and straps making movement very hard

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