I then set up a weight lifting bench and raised the barbell holder to its highest setting. I fastened ankle cuffs on each side to except my legs and s...cure them. Then I got too large wide leather belts from the Salvation Army store that will go one around my pelvis area just above my cunt the other around above my tits and below my armpits so I will be secured to the bench and could not get up. Next I secured a ring in the floor with a chain that would go to handcuffs that I would lock on my. But to try to get her to look stoic while doing well on a horse was hopeless. The girl just couldn't help grinning on the well-done parts or drooping when things didn't go right."Jennifer, you're just going to have to practice neither grinning or frowning in front of a mirror," I said laughing.Finally after another hour of hard work, she was ready to call it a day. So we galloped the horses back towards the paddock. Just as we got there she appeared dizzy then slumped over the horse's back and. As they slipped into the chairs Tom noticed the glass in front of Ben was empty. He frowned and noticed Ben's embarrassed flush. He couldn't blame him, but he wanted Ben's head clear and sharp.The bartender showed up with a bottle and two more glasses, without ordering anything he put the glasses in front of them and filled all three. He stood waiting and even though Tom knew what he was waiting for he asked about the saloon girl and described the one that he wanted. The bartender nodded and. It was only now that she realized it had been that long. ‘Who’s my father?’ It had been the special phrase that she’d held close to her and had brought out to see the light of day only when she was mad at her mother—when she wanted to see her mother’s mood darken. When she had the feeling that her relationship with her mother was too out of balance and she wasn’t being given the proper consideration. And her mother would always stop dead in her tracks, whatever she was doing. She’d pull herself.