It s Donkey Time Chapter 3
The spectators cheered the performance. One or two men threw their hats into the air and several were stamping their feet. No one clapped, but that was understandable--a man can't very well clap with one hand, and most of them were industriously pulling their pricks. Maria looked around, sniffing, basking in the glow of that audience appreciation, loving their acclaim as much as she loved the donkey's cock. She nodded her head as if, sprawled out on her back, she were acknowledging their...