Her head swung back to Cathy who was standing before her with a smile across her face. In her hands she was holding the bridle and before Helen had a...chance to react, she had it over the pony's head and held snugly in place. For a few moments the pony fought, tossing her head, but then the mistress began to talk, soft soothing words, reaching out to caress the rubber mare's head.Slowly the mare relaxed, falling under her mistress's spell as the bridle seemed to meld with the latex, bind the. Finally he swiped back from her clit, across her opening, pausing for a second to push his tongue inside. She was still soaked but the juices were further in than he could reach, and he wasn’t going to use his fingers on this one. Not on her pussy anyway.When he reached her asshole, he began to rim her, lapping and licking at the pink star, this time gently circling her clit with the wetted finger.He pushed the tip of his tongue into her ass, gently opening her up, until he could go no deeper,. She then pulled her tits out of her bra and hiked up her skirt. She wasn't wearing any panties. She massaged her swollen pussy as I jerked off. She softly moaned as her finger slipped into her soaking wet cunt. She finger fucked herself as she watched me beat off. She told me she wanted to see me cum. I picked up the pace and pounded my cock for all it was worth. She whispered "cum for me baby, shoot that big load". I jerked off faster and faster. My balls started to harden and I knew. As far back as she could remember the very sight of him had made her heart tremble and her nether regions tingle. He stood nearly a foot taller than her and, although he was older, he was still in good shape and looked like he may be in his late twenties or early thirties. His head was freshly shaven bald, she noticed with a shiver, one of her favorite features on him.He opened his mouth to speak and nothing came out. She noticed with some relief that he appeared to be nervous too. Barely.