For reasons that puzzled her, Zanhass had been so very tempted to lift her shirt and let the customers have a better look at the out of control mounds of flesh growing there. They had reached their present size quite quickly. Had Tunare really told her to do that? By mid-morning, they switched to chain mail repair. She could smell his scent. It was a Gnoll. She was sure they would enjoy her blowjobs. A drop of perspiration fell from her forehead onto the paper. He curled her fingers around the shaft. Lots of it. “I don’t see why he is so angry at young men for only wanting one thing; most of our customers only want one thing. Kivan waited politely. “She will interrupt you, Kivan”
She left Kivan there. They started to rise. She considered pushing her leggings down to her ankles and stepping out of them so she could be nude for him but she was embarrassed by the new growth of hair down there and shy to show Kivan her ‘mousy’, much as she felt Tunare might wish her to undress for Kivan to enjoy.
