Now that the saddle was being securely fastened on the wooden saw horse and the man went on tighten various leather straps under the wooden sawhorse, ...oth me and Master saw that this was not an ordinary riding saddle. Sure, it was a real and deep seat dressage saddle complete with stirrups but in the middle of the saddle, a 20 centimeter long and about 5 centimeter I diameter penis shaped dildo protruded."And what do we have here?" Master asked the man. The man paused for a moment and looked at. Bringing one hand to rest on my cheek, and lowering the other to my pussy, you kiss me, making me taste myself on you and letting your thumb wander over my pulsing, sensitive clit. Applying pressure, you rub, and stroke, more and more vigorously catching my moans of pleasure in my mouth. Taking 2 fingers and plunging them deep inside me, you roughly work me, curling them upwards to find my sweet spot. You know my body so well, you know exactly what to do to drive me wild. Your fingers move fast. ‘Oh fuck! I am so sorry.’ Peri backed up pasta, sauce, and melted cheese burning into her chest. She did not even register whom she had walked into as the pain seared into her. Peri headed to the sink to drop the container and splash cold water at the scalding sauce burning her skin. Grabbing copious amounts of paper towel and wetting them, she dabbed at the reddened skin and her dress. ‘I am really sorry,’ she said over her shoulder, ‘I am not normally so clumsy. Did I get any on you?’ The. Please. Kiss me.’ Emily was eager to follow that direction. She lifted her face to meet his lips. His kisses were her addiction. She could kiss him for hours, she was sure, and still not get enough. The kisses made her hot and impatient all over again. She fumbled with his belt buckle, more successful than in the car, and ripped open his snap and zipper. She didn’t wait for him to protest this time, not that he was in a position to, as she pulled the khakis down. Emily demanded, ‘Stand up..