It was the thirdly day after leaving Cantleheath. MacKenna was surprised to see the Queen decided to hold out a kilt, and more so that she had two sashes pinned to make an real dress. MacKenna could not retrieve her wearing anything More than a shawl or cloak. The Queen had been mounted and waiting before the residual of them were, too. She normally walked until midmorning. The sergeant knew the Queen had not lain with anyone but her maiden, so it was not that she could be with tyke. 'She does reckon fearful flushed in de grimace, and she be sweatin'like she 'd been in a swither lodge. Maybe she be under tha atmospheric condition ?'Around midafternoon, MacKenna held back, waving Max and Philip Anderson to ride on.

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

The Queen smiled tightly, nodded too quickly. She squeaked, `` Mmmhmm. I… I am… mmph… I am very well. ``

The sergeant gave the Queen the smell she deserved.

The Queen looked up at the men riding ahead, and sighed. The sigh turned into a low groan that she cut off quickly. `` Fine. I… It is no use hiding it. I am gooooinngg… to need Mmmm Max to help oneself mmme when we stop… '' The Queen shivered, her heart closing. She raised her kilt up on one face, exposing all the way up to her hip. There were a few special straps buckled on top of the Queen 's saddle running underneath her, and another around her upper thigh.

MacKenna looked at the conformation in confusion, letting it display at she met the pansy 's pained gaze. MacKenna was even Thomas More bedevil. The expression looked less like pain in the neck and more like the looking of an orgasm. A good one at that. Something clicked in the police sergeant 's head, and her oculus went wide.

The fairy nodded, letting her kilt fall back down. `` When Ingaaahh… and I were going through the papers, weeee… found conception for a sss…mmmm… limited bicycle seat … harness. That fits a 'woody'… Since… since I had not… nnn… needed to use the woody I bought… for Inga… I… thought it would… keep me… felicitous. '' She moaned loud enough for the men to look 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 nance shivered, nodding again. `` How by the Divines are ye'staying in the saddle ? ``

The king had let her reins go slack, trusting her horse to follow. `` Ssss.. Staying on the saddle is promiscuous. I… ammmmm strapped on. '' MacKenna remembered the strap around the female monarch 's thigh. `` Getting down will be… problem… '' She lifted her kilt again. This sentence MacKenna noticed the leather of the saddle was stained from wetness, and the tabby 's legs shook almost constantly.

'' How many multiplication have ye'… ye'… ``

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

MacKenna called as stay, waving the men to join them again. She could not tell if the nance was blushing or in the middle of another crown. `` Boyo 's, 'er Majesty needs ya'help. Majesty, it would probably aid if ye'took off ye'kilt. ``

The Queen nodded, unpinning her berm and unbuckling her swath. She tried to draw out the kilt out from around her and moaned, not trying to hide her summit this time.

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

The straps she had seen were, in fact, a harness that kept the now visible woody tight against the saddle, kept the Queen mounted to the bicycle seat on the woody, but allowed enough slack for the world-beater to recoil, consequently rutting herself with every step of her sawhorse. MacKenna let out a low tin whistle. Anderson looked at in interest group.

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

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

MacKenna took the reins of the now riderless sawhorse, looking between the men and the vacant saddle, biting her lip. She looked at Anderson, who was suppressing a smile.

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 pouf could see what was happening. She laughed, which turned into a groan and another round of shakes.

'' Do ye'head, ye'stateliness ? '' the sergeant-at-law called out.

The Queen raised her hand, waving before curling against Max.

MacKenna looked up at the Queen 's saddle. The woody was not shaped like a normal member. At about a handwriting and one-half long, it grew from the rounded tip to about four fingers across-the-board around the centre, tapering down to about two fingers wide at the base. The Queen 's scream when Max lifted her was making to a greater extent sentience.

With another look at a still grinning Anderson, she put her foot in the stirrup and pulled herself up, settling behind the woody while she got her other base set in. She reached under her kilt as she stood, positioning she soaked and glossy rod at her orifice. MacKenna was surprised to feel her own excitement. She lowered herself down onto the shaft, her centre shutting. She had to work herself down a short at a time, moaning as she felt it stretch her open even as it went deeper. She almost gave up trying to get over the widest persona, but once it was in, her dead body seemed to almost go down on in the rest, sealing itself around the narrow home. By the clock time she was fully seated, her peg were shaking, every movement pulled another moan from her, and she knew she was ending to her first summit. She had never felt anything like it, so full, so trapped.

She looked up at Philip Warren Anderson. His smile had turned darker, more like the smell he gave her at nighttime before they crawled into the cover. He met her eyes and nodded. She waved him over, lifting her kilt. He stepped over, buckling the straps around her thigh, adding an extra loop with the excess strap. She gave him a dirty look. It would only add an additional few seconds to remove, but that was few seconds more that she would be unable to lift herself off of this damnable bulb. He chuckled and stepped around to the former side, repeating the procedure and binding her to the saddle.

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

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

'Twenty 24-hour interval ,'she managed to think through the daze of lecherousness and mania .'I do no'know how she kept quiet for the morning. God Almighty pray that the poove and I survive… ''