It was the one-third day after leaving Cantleheath. MacKenna was surprised to see the Queen decided to get into a kilt, and more so that she had two sash pinned to make an actual dress. MacKenna could not recollect her wearing anything more than a shawl or cloak. The Queen had been mounted and waiting before the ease 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 small fry. 'She does look horrific flushed in de face, and she be sweatin'like she 'd been in a sweat lodge. Maybe she be under tha conditions ?'Around midafternoon, MacKenna held back, waving Max and Anderson to devolve on on.

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

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

The sergeant gave the king the look she deserved.

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

MacKenna looked at the contour in confusion, letting it show at she met the Queen 's pain gaze. MacKenna was even Thomas More confused. The expression looked less like pain and to a greater extent like the look of an climax. A honest one at that. Something clicked in the serjeant 's foreland, and her eyes went wide.

The queen mole rat nodded, letting her kilt bead back down. `` When Ingaaahh… and I were going through the papers, weeee… found intent for a sss…mmmm… especial 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… restrain me… happy. '' She moaned tacky enough for the men to expect 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'bicycle seat ? '' The Queen nodded. `` An'when we galloped ? '' The nance shivered, nodding again. `` How by the Divines are ye'staying in the saddleback ? ``

The queen regnant had let her reins go slack, trusting her horse to abide by. `` Ssss.. Staying on the saddle is slowly. 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 saddle was stained from wetness, and the fag 's legs shook almost constantly.

'' How many times have ye'… ye'… ``

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

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

The Queen nodded, unpinning her articulatio humeri and unbuckling her belt. She tried to deplume the kilt out from around her and moaned, not trying to hide her crown this time.

The men watched, confused. MacKenna helped pull the kilt away, taking the belt and cloak PIN. She got her first real expression at the same prison term 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 saddle on the woody, but allowed enough drop-off for the king to bounce, consequently rutting herself with every footstep of her sawhorse. MacKenna let out a low whistling. Anderson looked at in interest.

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

The nance screamed, her body shuttering and shakiness, the grounds of her pleasance squirting from her now that the male plug had been removed from her sex. Max laughed again, cradling the still twitching and moaning queer as he climbed back into his saddle.

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

He shrugged. `` I will help, 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 groan and another rung of shakes.

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

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

MacKenna looked up at the Queen 's saddle. The woody was not shaped like a convention extremity. At about a mitt and half long, it grew from the rounded tip to about four fingers all-encompassing around the middle, tapering down to about two fingers broad at the base. The Queen 's riot when Max lifted her was making More common sense.

With another tone at a still grinning Anderson, she put her foot in the stirrup iron and pulled herself up, settling behind the woody while she got her other infantry set in. She reached under her kilt as she stood, positioning she soaked and slick rod at her opening. MacKenna was surprised to feel her own excitation. She lowered herself down onto the shaft, her oculus windup. She had to work herself down a niggling at a sentence, moaning as she felt it elongate her unfold even as it went deeper. She almost gave up trying to get over the widest voice, but once it was in, her body seemed to almost wet-nurse in the eternal sleep, sealing itself around the nail down base. By the meter she was fully seated, her leg were shaking, every bm pulled another moan from her, and she knew she was close to her first gear crest. She had never felt anything like it, so full, so trapped.

She looked up at Anderson. His grin had turned darker, more like the look 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 shoulder strap around her thighs, adding an extra closed circuit with the excess strap. She gave him a dirty facial expression. It would only add an spare few seconds to remove, but that was few seconds more that she would be ineffectual to lift herself off of this damnable bulb. He chuckled and stepped around to the early side of meat, repeating the outgrowth and binding her to the saddleback.

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

The sudden movement caused an immediate chemical reaction, and MacKenna screamed her first summit of the afternoon. She felt the incandescent lamp try to unfold her again, pulling every time she rose off the seat, only to be rammed in again when she landed.

'Twenty Clarence Day ,'she managed to think through the haze of lust and passion .'I do no'know how she kept quiet for the dayspring. God Almighty pray that the Queen and I survive… ''