He is from the Prince’s own string, but broken to the saddle already.” David glanced at the horse tied behind the cart. It was almost as big as Kh...n, a jet-black stallion with Arab blood in him he judged.Susan came up to him and surprised him with a kiss on the cheek. “Hello David, what do you think of Tana? Isn’t she gorgeous?” she bubbled happily.David chuckled, “And I bet you spoil her?”He invited them into the lounge whilst men took care of the horses. He poured out whisky for himself and. “Fuck you, Justine!” I spat as I pushed her away. “Why? Why would I fucking need to know that now? Huh?” I said with all the rage inside of me spilling out.“Just so you can use me as a fucking tool of your personal revenge? What the fuck Justine? What the fuck was this morning? Just a fucking show you put on to get me to this point? No! No fucking way. Get the fuck out of my house. Go back to your cheating husband and get your own revenge or whatever the fuck you want with him. Leave. Bri kissed him on the nose and whispered "Don't worry, I'll be right back." She ran up to her bathroom and grabbed her favorite brush. It had a short handle that was rubber with ridges all down the sides. She had always thought it felt nice to hold in her hand, but now she had an even better idea for it. She ran back downstairs to a panting Buster and went to her original position knealing in front of the couch. Before Buster could remount, she shoved the brush handle into her hole. It. Don't get me wrong, their sadistic amusement at my expense would still be a major focal point years later, but it's as if I was able to transcend my own suffering. I was able to experience my suffering and humilation but I was also able to take a sadistic/sadomasochistic pleasure in it, identifying with my tormentors and experiencincing their sadistic pleasure at my expense whilst also revelling in the sadomasochistic sensation of my own pain, humiliation and degredation. I've gone a little off.