We went to the lobby and we walked to the table where Bradley sat. He immediately offered us some wine. As we walked up to the buffet, Anita told me i... a quiet voice, that if Bradley was interested, she would like to invite him back to the room for dessert... As we sat down at the table, my lovely sexy wife scooted her chair a little closer to the black man and began to turn on the charm. It was soon clear that she did not have to work too much; because Bradley was clearly interested in her.. Could I see myself dressed as a pony girl, or is my inclination towards being the rider, whipping my poor pony girl into running faster? That’s an interesting question I need to think about. I had the same dilemma when I visited the dungeon earlier. Would I prefer to be the victim or the tormentor?I’m studying the stalls when music starts playing through a hidden speaker somewhere inside the stables. As before, Brooke is rendered helpless as the music achieves its wicked aims. She staggers. She smiled sheepishly at me, You are going to love this, please wear it, I bought it thinking of you and imagining you fucking me with it, heaven knows how brave I must have felt when I packed it! Speechless at this development in events, I bit my bottom lip and nodded dumbly, sliding my legs apart. She buckled the wide comfortable band of material around my waist and pulled it snug. Dropping to her knees, she clipped a strap to a d ring in the middle by my belly button attaching the plastic. Fast as lightening, the two guards beside him shot forward and intercepted Anna's body, which was falling forward and out of the chair, like a rag doll. They caught her arms, just in time to prevent her from crashing into the floor like a dead weight.All Anna could feel, was a deep panic and disorientation, but she couldn't even scream it out any longer! In a matter of seconds, it seemed she had lost both her motorics and voice. All the while, she was nevertheless completely conscious. She.