He'd never toucher her other than to shake her hand or give her that little, teasing peck on the cheek. And here she was, naked, absolutely enraptur...d by the simple caress of his calloused hands.He slid those hands down her shoulders and arms, past her hands to her thighs and then back up, caressing her hips and her sides before bringing them to meet each other at her spine, and then back down, slowly, to her ass, and back around to her hips."I like those stockings a lot," he murmured, as he. We’re not sure she really wants to do this, it’s clearly more a scream for help – but we’re keen the see those big tits swinging as she plays with the horse – and we’d quite like to see her round face covered with horse-spunk too... We cut to another part of the studio, bathed in darkness and hear the clip-clop of hoofs on concrete as the shape of a magnificent horse eases out of the shadows, dropping his head and then tossing it back as he blows out a lungful of air. He shakes his head, that. ”“And?”“Uh, she goes with me, but I’m not sure if she understands or just goes because I ask her.”Jasmine smiled at her sister-wives. “I think that both of you are still just a tiny bit afraid of the wolves. I suggest that sometimes when we’re sitting around before bedtime, that both of you go and sit close to them and talk directly to them.”“About what?” Christine asked.“Anything. Just tell them about your day, or mention that you’re tired – anything. Sit with them and show them you’re their. Which just made all the more eager to find out what was racing through my mind. Then I thought here’s my chance I spurted it out. I’m imagining you on the toilet pissing while I wank over your breasts! The slight look of shock nearly had me shooting my load there and then.But to my surprise with a cheeky grin she admits she was bursting for a pee. She lead me into the bathroom sat on the toilet open her legs and told me to stand in front of her. Parting her legs she started to piss.