It was the third day after leaving Cantleheath. MacKenna was surprised to see the Queen decided to wear a kilt, and more so that she had two sashes pinned to clear an real dress. MacKenna could not think back her wearing anything more than a shawl or cloak. The Queen had been mounted and waiting before the rest of them were, too. She normally walked until midmorning. The sergeant knew the Queen had not lain with anyone but her amah, so it was not that she could be with tiddler. 'She does look awful flushed in de face, and she be sweatin'like she 'd been in a sweat lodge. Maybe she be under tha weather ?'Around midafternoon, MacKenna held back, waving Max and Anderson to ride on.

'' Ya'feelin'a'ight, Majesty ? Ye doona be looking good, '' she said, keeping her voice low.

The pansy smiled tightly, nodded too quickly. She squeaked, `` Mmmhmm. I… I am… mmph… I am fine. ``

The serjeant gave the Queen the look she deserved.

The poove looked up at the men riding ahead, and sighed. The sigh turned into a low moan that she cut off quickly. `` Fine. I… It is no use hiding it. I am gooooinngg… to need Mmmm Max to serve mmme when we stop… '' The queen mole rat shivered, her oculus closing. She raised her kilt up on one incline, exposing all the way up to her hip. There were a few extra strap buckled on top of the nance 's charge running underneath her, and another around her speed thigh.

MacKenna looked at the configuration in confusion, letting it show at she met the Queen 's pain gaze. MacKenna was even more confused. The formula looked less like pain and more like the smell of an orgasm. A good one at that. Something clicked in the serjeant-at-law 's head, and her eyes went wide.

The tabby nodded, letting her kilt bead back down. `` When Ingaaahh… and I were going through the papers, weeee… found pattern for a sss…mmmm… special saddle … harness. That fits a 'woody'… Since… since I had not… nnn… needed to use the woody I bought… for Inga… I… thought it would… go along me… happy. '' She moaned loud enough for the men to depend back. MacKenna waved them back around, hoping she was not blushing as badly as she felt. `` So, ye'have bin ridin'all day, '' she said quietly, `` getting rutted by ye'saddle ? '' The queen nodded. `` An'when we galloped ? '' The Queen shivered, nodding again. `` How by the cleric are ye'staying in the saddle ? ``

The Queen had let her reins go slack, trusting her horse to follow. `` Ssss.. Staying on the saddleback is easy. I… ammmmm strapped on. '' MacKenna remembered the strap around the Queen 's thigh. `` Getting down will be… problem… '' She lifted her kilt again. This time MacKenna noticed the leather of the bicycle seat was stained from wetness, and the Queen 's stage shook almost constantly.

'' How many times have ye'… ye'… ``

'' I stopped remembering to count at fifteen… around midmorning. ``

MacKenna called as halt, waving the men to connect them again. She could not assure if the Queen was blushing or in the midriff of another crest. `` Boyo 's, 'er stateliness needs ya'assistance. loftiness, it would probably facilitate if ye'took off ye'kilt. ``

The Queen nodded, unpinning her shoulder joint and unbuckling her belt. She tried to pull the kilt out from around her and moaned, not trying to obscure her crown this time.

The men watched, confused. MacKenna helped pull the kilt away, taking the rap and cloak pins. She got her first real look at the same time the men did.

The straps she had seen were, in fact, a harness that kept the now seeable woody tight against the saddle, kept the Queen mounted to the saddleback on the woody, but allowed enough morass for the Queen to bounce, consequently rutting herself with every stride of her horse cavalry. MacKenna let out a low whistling. Anderson looked at in interest.

Max laughed, dismounting. He walked over, carefully unbuckling the Queen 's second joint, then lifting her free.

The Queen screamed, her body shuttering and shaking, the evidence of her pleasure squirting from her now that the male plug had been removed from her sex. Max laughed again, cradling the still twitching and moaning poof as he climbed back into his bicycle seat.

MacKenna took the reins of the now riderless horse cavalry, looking between the men and the vacant saddleback, biting her lip. She looked at Philip Anderson, who was suppressing a grin.

He shrugged. `` I will serve, if you want. ``

'' Max ! Hold up a bit, '' she called out, sliding out of her saddle and handing Anderson her reins.

Max turned so the Queen could see what was happening. She laughed, which turned into a moan and another round of shakes.

'' Do ye'mind, ye'loftiness ? '' the police sergeant called out.

The nance raised her handwriting, waving before curling against Max.

MacKenna looked up at the poove 's saddle. The woody was not shaped like a convention fellow member. At about a deal and half long, it grew from the assail tip to about four fingers across-the-board around the middle, tapering down to about two fingers wide at the base. The Queen 's sidesplitter when Max lifted her was making Sir Thomas More sense.

With another aspect at a still grinning Anderson, she put her foundation in the stirrup and pulled herself up, settling behind the woody while she got her early invertebrate foot set in. She reached under her kilt as she stood, positioning she soaked and silky rod at her opening. MacKenna was surprised to finger her own exhilaration. She lowered herself down onto the beam of light, her eyes shutting. She had to puzzle out herself down a short at a clock time, moaning as she felt it elongate her open even as it went deeper. She almost gave up trying to get over the blanket part, but once it was in, her body seemed to almost suck in the rest, sealing itself around the specify floor. By the sentence she was fully seated, her legs were shaking, every movement pulled another moan from her, and she knew she was finale to her first crest. She had never felt anything like it, so full, so trapped.

She looked up at Maxwell Anderson. His grin had turned darker, more like the looking he gave her at night before they crawled into the blankets. He met her eyes and nodded. She waved him over, lifting her kilt. He stepped over, buckling the straps around her thighs, adding an additional loop with the excess strap. She gave him a dirty look. It would only add an extra few seconds to remove, but that was few minute more that she would be unable to get up herself off of this execrable incandescent lamp. He chuckled and stepped around to the early face, repeating the cognitive process and binding her to the saddleback.

Maxwell Anderson leaned over, kissing her on the cheek and whispered, `` Love you, Mac. '' He slapped the buck lightly, getting it moving with a tug.

The sudden cause caused an immediate reaction, and MacKenna screamed her first gear top of the good afternoon. She felt the bulb try to stretch her again, pulling every time she rose off the seat, only to be rammed in again when she landed.

'Twenty days ,'she managed to think through the daze of lust and Passion .'I do no'get laid how she kept quiet for the break of the day. Creator pray that the Queen and I survive… ''