Amy felt only elated from the wanton thrills Joel continued to offer. She called in as if sick and took the Monday away from work, as sexual pleasuring was on her mind. It was maybe easier to list what she pleaded they not do as than to try and recall of what they did together, lying on her bed. Several times did Amy feel her need to stop, break his contact with her body, as she felt the need to make use of her bedroom bathroom toilet.
Joel did as requested and pulled free his cock from delving it deeply inside of Amy. When she left the bed he followed, coming stand outside the bathroom doorway, as giving her some private time to deal with what rained or leaked from her into the toilet. When Amy felt better, she met her lover by the doorway, as knelt to pet his goaty beard, and kiss his wet nose.
As they returned to her bed, Amy noted the jar she bought, and thought to pick it up. Staring at the jar, recalling what it did for her and made of Joel to being a buck goat, she dipped two fingers inside as swished along the upper inside lip of the jar.
To the real delight of Amy, her two fingers graded up a glob of the satyr cream. She smiled as Joel watched, he dribbling frothy saliva as Amy slipped both fingers and the glob of sex cream around and as inside her most sensual folds. Aroused by what she hoped or expected to happen, she then licked her two fingers clean of whatever remained. Seeing then the jar, Amy put it to her face and began licking any remaining residue of the satyr cream she might not have found.
"This is just for us and today, okay?
As for tomorrow, and after that man should call, I think it necessary I drive you to his goat farm, and have you reside there until I feel the need for what you do so well to me.
What, oh no, I do not have any plans to sell you to the farm owner, on, on way!
You are mine, my lover, whether a buck goat or man I want only you to do what you do so lovingly." Amy said, as Joel acted as nervous, his cock shriveled back up inside its sheath. As it happened the phone rang, the shop keeper's brother called, and spoke about Amy's goat of coming to reside at his farm. He made mention several times about the leasing fee and lack of any boarding costs, since the buck would work to sire the herd.
"Say what, $750 per month lease fee, sent to me, how nice!" Amy exclaimed aloud.
Joel then began nodding his head as if to agree with the whole plan. As then, before Amy finished the phone conversation, Joel ducked low his muzzle, as to begin sniffing at Amy and where she had smeared that glob of remaining satyr cream.
"Wow, $750 per month you can earn for me, dearest, is that alright with you, I mean for you to stay at the goat farm?
I shall come to visit you often, maybe we can go for a private picnic, and frolic then until dark. I do not wish to lose you, you stir in me such lovely waves of lust, I love you...!
What, what are you sniffing at, oh, oh my will you look at me, I am sprouting goat fur again!"