“Excellent idea. Perhaps I should find a second blacksmith,” he mused.“I have several slaves who don’t have enough work until planting time. P...rhaps you can use them to help make your bows,” he suggested. I agreed, excited to have more help.I almost choked to death when he told me how much one saltus of land (500 acres) cost. I’d have to settle for a centuria (125 acres) to start with, but not anytime soon. I thought I remembered that farmland had been cheap because so many men died in the war. Our lips met and as our tongues mashed together the taste of his cum dominated my thoughts. I decided that I needed to treat my bride to be, and as I no longer had a job to go to I thought it would be a good idea to go shopping for the rings. We changed our clothes and drove to the city. It was nice holding hands, and walking the streets together. It felt good to be doing something normal and loving when the rest of our relationship was so messed up and kinky. Jenna looked happy and content. It was impossible! And yet, Cinderella made no noises of complaint and the little foal struggled its way out of her body.Bob helped, actually reaching inside Cinderella’s vagina to make sure the little horse was in the right orientation. That took only ten or fifteen seconds and, while Cinderella snorted and puffed, she made no physical attempt to stop the man from doing this. Within ten minutes what appeared to be an amber-colored bag began to protrude from between the mare’s swollen vaginal. And some lace gloves. She got a chair and set it down in front of a three-way mirror. ‘Here – let’s try these on.’ Her movements slowed as she began to unbutton your blouse. Slowly – unbuttoning the white cotton – and then unbuttoning your jeans – opening your blouse – helping you slide your jeans down your legs. There was something about her touch. It was gentle and expert and you felt pampered. You stepped out of your jeans. She slid the blouse off your arms. The room was warm. You were.