. he’s awake,” said the younger sister.“Of course, I’m awake,” I said.“Well, you’ve been ... reluctant. And mean about it,” said first...wife.“We’ve been wondering...” said the younger. She was tentative in sliding lower. I liked the direction she was taking. Promising.“Spring? Look what I found,” she said to her sister.“Be careful,” Spring said,” You know how sore it’s been.”“Sore? As in painful? I’ve been ignoring you both?”“Well, yes,” said the younger, she found her target, “Spring Meadow .... You thrust in and out of my throat hard. You’re getting soaked all around your thighs and legs, groin and stomach. It feels so good. I’m slurping and gasping, worshipping you. You dip the balls in. I suck them. Your asshole is hovering. I stare into it. It moves to my mouth.You moan as I lick you. All over. Cheeks and hole, all around it. I stick the tip of my tongue inside of you. You grab my head and push my face deep between your cheeks. I suck on you down there. Lick you. Moan. My soaked. The next morning,Wednesday,we all had been around our fields,checking all our a****ls were OK,then we had breakfast at my sister Barbara,s cafe,"Just up the lane from our stables".after we had had our breakfasts we walked down the lane to our stables yard,me giving James his instructions,over again.I watched them drive off in the Horsebox,Carl,our Head Groom driving and the two Dupe Ponies onboard,I watched them close the Big Steel Gate into our yard,about 4-5 hundred yards down our driveway. Torrance lathered and then dried off. He squeezed the oil all over himself. He rubbed it in. Then, he went back in the bedroom and took out a bright hot pink wig. He affixed it on his head. Torrance also put on a one-piece fish-net bodystocking.Marcus walked in and hollered, “That shit looks good.” He kicked Torrance once more making him fall onto the bed. Marcus tied Torrance’s legs and arms to each bedpost. His sissy whore was now spread eagle and ready for the bruhs.The first to arrive was.