We were alone a lot of the time mucking-out the stables and brushing the horses down, and the farmer once took us along to watch out Mares be Sired.We...were both old enough to know what was going on and as I have mentioned in several stories before, we became sexually active with the old man, but this incident is about something with a slight twist to it, Sandra, who was slightly more developed than I was, had a fetish, she wanted to be a 'Pony-girl', and sent off to the UK for a bridle, reigns,. As we drove over to the party Andrea pulled her tits out of the top of her bikini and rode the entire way with them out. She asked me if her letting other guys see her tits made my dick hard. I glanced down to see if my erection shown, it didn't. I told Andrea yes my dick was rock hard. She laughed and said you can't tell. As we pulled into the neighborhood she told me that she had lined up a fuck with one of the husbands and I had to run blocker with his wife so they wouldn't be disturbed. I. We were taken into a well light room which contained a table few chairs, sofas, and two mattresses. Beer bottles and cans were all over the floor. My two minders forced me into a chair and had my hands tied behind my back before binding my ankles. I watched haplessly as the leader was massaging Kate’s teen breast through her dress and was moving his hands up her tights on the sofa across us. He then said: “Stop crying slut. You are one hot slut and you are going to please us as your boyfriend. While lovely to behold, the thread was defective ... actually being a long pair of distinctly different threads, tightly interwoven that she found could not be separated. This was not at all correct or proper, and the Maiden was about to discard the thread as unworthy, until the Matron stayed her hand."It is ... different, but not unattractive." Veránda murmured. This is not the color or feel that I had in mind, but it will do; perhaps for a slight corner decoration over here near the end of.