"Yes," Beth said, groaning as the gnoll kept pounding her.  Her breasts were smushed into the table now.  Her leg began to quiver in Harker's hand, her foot off the ground, in the air now.  She looked down through a hole in the old table, and saw her daughter scurrying to obey Harker, her head moving between her legs even as Harker pulled it, in front of Harker, tongue moving across his balls.  Her hand touched her own mother's sopping pubic hairs as she worked to please the gnoll.<br/><br/>Beth saw the other two gnolls come in.  "Who...are they?" she asked Harker.