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“Usually a couple golds for the ‘full experience.’ Whatever that means.” I give a low whistle. That wouldn’t be chump change. “We don’t have any Dwarf ladies with us though.” I protest. “Yeah, thats the thing. They ain’t lookin for nice Dwarf ladies. They especially want the princesses.” He tells me. “No surprise there boys.” Molly had gotten close to our conversation as she wiped down the bar. I give her my raised eyebrow making her grin. “It’s a well known secret that Dwarf men are all perverts.” She explains. “No one really knows why. So us ladies tend toward the prudish side to compensate.” “Us ladies?” I kid, nodding towards her ample cleavage on display with both my eyebrows raised. She blushes, turning her cheeks rosy. “Well, most ladies anyway. If showing off a little tit will get me more customers. Well mores the better.” I nod in agreement. “Maybe...maybe we put on a show. Something to test the waters. Could we use your cellar?” I ask the Dwarf maiden. She gives me a grin. “I think I’d want a small percentage.” “Agreed. Bailey needs to be sheered, and interracial Betsy always needs milked.” I tell them. “Let’s test the waters amateur and put on a little show. If we don’t get run out of town, then maybe we push things a little further.” My wife stood before the door of the indian inn. Nervous but excited. Ready to step out on the street. She was dressed, or undressed as it were, in her pink silk thong and matching sheer crop-top. She had thigh high stockings and high heels. She also had her ‘Orc’s Whore’ collar on. Her leash held by a grinning Kara. Rebecca held a sign that advertised our ‘special’ show this evening. I figure her lack of clothes would relay what special meant. I give her a quick kiss and open the door. As she climbs up, I get another great view of her ass and amateur pussy covered only by the thin, wet fabric. But nine inches of throbbing cock meat had now been indian spiked into her rectal depths, offering the tantalizing prospect of progress. Why did he stop? It was crazy to think I could go there. This was so nasty. “Are you sure?” I asked Brittany. Barb realized that she had had a lot of beer already, but it made perfect sense to her at the moment. She immediately and unsuspectingly burst into tears. Every stroke of her tongue sent more and more rapture through me. It was incredible to experience. Zan appeared on the command deck of Johnathon and Ace a moment later. � � � Thank you Sheila! Not sure Jake felt another surge of energy within. As the shocks danced across her body, she found herself almost chanting “Plato, Plato, Plato, please, please, please, please.” I couldn’t help but chuckle. Horny little bitch!" I stopped my rubbing and heard a disapproving groan escape Sam quietly. “What are you doing, Sean?” she gasped, her tits heaving as she stared at me, fear in her face. “What about you?” she went on. “Please, ma’am, fuck my husband. And then she asked him point-blank, "Would you like to see what my pussy looks like?" My plan was to wonder aimlessly across America. I pulled on a purple sweater, loving the fuzzy feel of it on my skin. The excitement of where kisses four and interracial five may land softened the loss of her grinding. I checked and his bulge was back!