"Well, you don't have to worry about that any more," Christina said, her smile fading somewhat. "We want you... you and your help."Brad grinned even m...re broadly, reaching back and pushing the barn door shut. In the background he heard the horse whinnying and nodded his head up and down."This is gonna be real nice. Real good, but first let's get warmed up, eh?"It was a dream. It was a horrible, wonderful dream, it just had to be. People just didn't do this kind of thing, disappear into a barn. We enjoyed our use of her attractive body to humiliate and degrade her far beyond the norm of common decency. After that harsh beginning, we had Aunt Rose to play with whenever time permitted and she proved to be both resilient and eager to obey our every command. It was at a time when her housemate was better satisfied with a glass of sherry after dinner and taking a good book to bed instead of a playmate for games of the flesh.I made certain to keep a tight check of all of our financial. He began to slide it slightly deeper within her each time until he could completely bury his huge cock inside her beautiful white body. She gasped each time he entered her, half through pain, half through ecstasy. He held her legs apart and thrust into her rhythmically, every thrust driving my wife utterly insane with joy. She held his huge thighs with her hands as he pounded her and his eyes held the lustful desire I had noticed all evening. He pulled my wife's legs up vertically and rest her. He just had a smug air about him. Of course I could see he was a damned attractive man, I was only human after all, and there had always been an undercurrent of electricity between us, but his ‘I’m hot shit and I know it’ attitude was such a turn off.“No, it’s not a bad time,” I lied, still holding the door, not letting him in.“May I come in?” he asked. Grudgingly I stepped aside and let him in. “Now, I have something to discuss with you, Elaine,” he paused for a second, and then asked, “Do you.