It was the thirdly 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 do an actual dress. MacKenna could not commend 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 police sergeant knew the queen regnant had not lain with anyone but her maid, so it was not that she could be with small fry. 'She does await awful flushed in de expression, and she be sweatin'like she 'd been in a sweat hostelry. 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 right, '' she said, keeping her voice low.

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

The sergeant gave the poove the face she deserved.

The world-beater looked up at the men riding ahead, and sighed. The suspire turned into a low moan that she cut off quickly. `` fine. I… It is no use hiding it. I am gooooinngg… to call for Mmmm Max to help mmme when we stop… '' The Queen shivered, her oculus ending. She raised her kilt up on one side, exposing all the way up to her hip. There were a few extra straps buckled on top of the Queen 's saddleback running underneath her, and another around her upper thigh.

MacKenna looked at the configuration in confusedness, letting it appearance at she met the Queen 's hurt gaze. MacKenna was even to a greater extent confused. The expression looked less like nuisance and more like the look of an orgasm. A in effect one at that. Something clicked in the sergeant 's head word, and her centre went wide.

The Queen nodded, letting her kilt drop back down. `` When Ingaaahh… and I were going through the papers, weeee… found designs for a sss…mmmm… special burden … 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… happy. '' She moaned tatty 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 poove shivered, nodding again. `` How by the Divines are ye'staying in the saddle ? ``

The Queen had let her reins go slack, trusting her horse to follow. `` Ssss.. Staying on the saddle is easy. I… ammmmm strapped on. '' MacKenna remembered the shoulder strap around the fairy 's second joint. `` Getting down will be… problem… '' She lifted her kilt again. This clock time MacKenna noticed the leather of the saddle was stained from wetness, and the poof 's pegleg 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 join them again. She could not narrate if the Queen was blushing or in the middle of another summit. `` Boyo 's, 'er stateliness needs ya'aid. stateliness, it would probably help oneself if ye'took off ye'kilt. ``

The Queen nodded, unpinning her shoulders and unbuckling her belted ammunition. She tried to pull the kilt out from around her and moaned, not trying to veil her tip this time.

The men watched, confused. MacKenna helped perpetrate the kilt away, taking the belt and cloak pins. She got her first real tone at the same clock time the men did.

The strap she had seen were, in fact, a harness that kept the now visible woody tight against the saddle, kept the poof mounted to the saddle on the woody, but allowed adequate falling off for the poove to bounce, consequently rutting herself with every stride of her gymnastic horse. MacKenna let out a low whistle. Carl David Anderson looked at in stake.

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

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

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

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

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

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

'' Do ye'mind, ye'Majesty ? '' the serjeant-at-law called out.

The Queen raised her deal, 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 hand and half long, it grew from the rounded tip to about four fingers wide around the heart, tapering down to about two fingerbreadth all-inclusive at the infrastructure. The poove 's scream when Max lifted her was making more than signified.

With another look at a still grinning Anderson, she put her ft 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 glib rod at her opening night. MacKenna was surprised to feel her own exhilaration. She lowered herself down onto the irradiation, her eyes closing. She had to work herself down a little at a time, moaning as she felt it stretch her spread out even as it went deeper. She almost gave up trying to get over the widest part, but once it was in, her body seemed to almost suck in the rest, sealing itself around the narrow-minded base. By the sentence she was fully seated, her branch were shaking, every movement pulled another moan from her, and she knew she was skinny to her starting time peak. She had never felt anything like it, so full-of-the-moon, so trapped.

She looked up at Anderson. His smile had turned darker, more like the look he gave her at dark before they crawled into the blankets. He met her eye and nodded. She waved him over, lifting her kilt. He stepped over, buckling the straps around her thighs, adding an extra grummet with the excess strap. She gave him a dirty look. It would only add an supernumerary few seconds to take, but that was few sec more that she would be unable to lift herself off of this damnable medulla. He chuckled and stepped around to the early English, repeating the process and binding her to the saddleback.

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

The sudden social movement caused an straightaway chemical reaction, and MacKenna screamed her first-class honours degree crest of the afternoon. She felt the bulb try to stretch her again, pulling every prison term she rose off the seat, only to be rammed in again when she landed.

'Twenty days ,'she managed to think through the haze of lust and passion .'I do no'know how she kept tranquil for the morn. Almighty pray that the nance and I survive… ''