Lion Head Mesa How I’m gettin on

maggie had snared the tiger lord, but it was like hooking a shark on a tiny point. she trotted alongside him, marvelling at the largesse of his paws, then darted across his path, showing the bonny cant of her slim pale hips.
the first bit of custom they'd had, and they'd be entertaining for free! maggie was more than a little put out by this predicament. phayrow would have to set this right for her.
"what sorta sights would you have enjoyment in seein' first, lord?" maggie purled back in return, eyes filled with a lascivious glee.