Everything was hot. So hot, wet, swollen. I glanced down to see the muscles of his back flexing as he fucked me. Slowing his thrusts, his hand swept o...er my skin, brushing my nipple to squeeze my breast, then leaned down to suck it. “Darien.” I curved into him, wanting to meld with his body and live soul to soul. “Natalia.” Raising from my breast, he kissed my lips again. “Yes.” His lips brushed the word onto my mouth, like every part of him seeded inside my cells. Bit by bit, the enormity. I breathed a sigh of relief.“So, he has taken us of his approved visitor list,” he said.“Yes, we are definitely persona non grata,” she said.“He is making a statement, I guess,” he said. “Wants you, us, to know how he is feeling without him actually using words to tell you, us.” She stared crying, something she’d been doing a lot of.“Yes, I guess so,” she said. “So, are we still going to be keeping to our plan to try and visit him even though he’s taken us off the visitor list?”“Yes, I think. She took a third shot as my startled eyes stared at her. ‘For our private collection,’ Michael whispered in my ear, holding me steady against him in case I tried to pull away. ‘Our eyes only.’ That panic that had begun to rise inside me settled as I realised they had more reason to keep the photographs out of the public domain than me. Should this liaison ever be discovered, his political career would be in ruins and, worse still, he would be disgraced. ‘Why don’t you undress for her,’ he. Being a city girl I hadn't been aware of the goings on around a farm and was really surprised when I first arrived with all of the open breeding acts. My first visual experience was with the stud horse. Karen was just starting to groom him and I was taking some iced tea out to her. I approached them from the horses rear quarter so I hadn't seen them very clearly, but when I walked up to them, I looked up from the tea, I saw his giant horse cock hanging out of its sheath. This horse cock was.