The game began on our next date night. We'd booked a hotel room in a nearby city. Before we left, my wife selected one of the three sealed envelopes, ...aving no idea which scenario she'd picked, and put it in our bags. The night was very sexy by itself. My wife wore a very short black mini-skirt I'd recently bought for her and a loose fitting peasant shirt. My wife never wears panties and only wears a bra to work, so her perky breasts and hard nipples were constantly about to bust out of her. Some were carrying the horse droppings in ground sheets. Others were on kitchen duty, whilst others were feeding the horses.Turin came over to him to ask if he had slept all right. When he complained that he had been allowed to sleep so late, Turin said he must have set off well before dawn the previous day. He asked about the horse droppings and was told there was a deep fissure about two hundred yards away, similar to the one the men used for a latrine.It was just before midday they got the. Turning back to face the front, holding Julie by her hand, my fingers locked into hers.“I’ll give you £500?” he insisted.Turning, with force in my voice I replied, “Look the tickets are not for sale!” I stared into his eyes, attempting to make my point.He curled his lips into a grin. “I’m not talking about your tickets, buddy. I want to buy your bitch for £500.” His expression, turned to rage, as he looked down at the ground, my eyes trailed his sight. He had a switchblade in his hand, pointed. He was studying me as I stood there, probably trying to imagine what I looked like naked before I showed him, and lucky him, I was now lifting my dress over my head and I could hear the low exhale of his breath, he was looking at all my girly bits of sheer pleasure, even my hairless cunt, where he was going to put his cock into until he came, or so I thought.'Lie down'. He was undoing his leather belt as my knees buckled and opened to show my cunt, and as my back touched the dirty smelling.