Chocolate gasped as her bountiful breasts hit the cushions.  She'd expected a demand of further demonstration of her skill, but she should have known better than to expect such sophistication from a merchant spratling.<br/><br/>She groaned as his member prodded her petals from behind, not quite yet wet or ready as she would like to be, she found instead a sort of pained delight as he forced her moist petals to spread and admit his burning bar, already lubricated by the eccstacy of his slaves.