At the very bottom of the closet are four large drawers that contain the ropes, straps, and some miscellaneous bondage equipment that He may need. All...in all it is a very well-equipped and impressive dungeon. Master has spent many years putting it together and we both enjoy using it every chance we can. The garage is where my Master has set up my exercise room. This is where my day usually begins. There is a stair-master machine, a treadmill, and an elliptical machine. He has graciously. Now that made me God-awful confused cause I ain't got no particular sin that I can recall.I didn't want to seem like a spoil-sport, so I made up some whoppers for the Preacher about how I was getting my female parts used by a pair of brothers what already had wives of they own.He kept wanting more and more details until I remembered one of my brother's girlie magazines and I tole him they poked me in my bottom as well. Hell's Bells, that preacher man like to blow a fuse and whomped my poor. "Ohhhh, shit." Hot buttery pussy cream oozed from her virgin cunt and soaked the smooth leather saddle. "Oooo, God!"The golden pony pawed the earth. His tail, thick and long, swished back and forth. Soft neighs came from his mouth. His animal instincts picked up the child's passion.Priscilla rocked on the pony's back. Her overheated pussy pulsed. Warm juicy cunt cream flooded the virgin channel of her hole. She felt light-headed, dizzy.Beauty tossed his head in the air. His golden mane swished. Beads of sweat glistened on her wet pussy. I pretended not to notice and got on finishing the job in hand. The only giveaway was my raging hard-on in my tight jeans. "There you go Steph" I said "That's the job done". "Thanks Jim" said Stephanie "Why don't you pop into the house and I'll fix up you some cake I just baked for Lionel". We had a quick coffee and some cake and I was about to make my excuses when Steph asked for one more favour. The washing machine was leaking from the back.