Ravi: Achcha tumne bataya kyun nahi ki tumhe gaand marwana itna achcha lagta hai.Me: Arre mein toh suhaagraat ke din hi bolne waali thi par mujhe laga...tumhe hi shayad achcha nahi lagta hoga gaand maarna.Ravi: Achcha chalo jaanu ab karte hai na mujhse ab raha nahi ja raha.Me: haan mujhse bhi nahi raha ja raha, aaj raat ko jab tum office se aaoge tab mera tumhaare liye surprise.Phir uske baad wo office chale gaye aur mein raat ka intzaar karne lagi. Maine iss bich 2 baar apni chut aur gaand mein. But all during the week, while she waited for her chance to be alone with her horse, she rode him every day. She thought about sucking him off, possibly even fucking with him during one of her long rides up in the hills surrounding the ranch, but she never knew when she would run into someone. Her father employed many men, and they were all over the ranch at all times, inspecting the fencing and such. So, unwilling to take a chance on being discovered sucking her horse off or fucking him, Micki. That's what Rick Burton said.Rick couldn't be out with them tonight; he was currently serving a three year stretch for beating up a moaning old bastard. Tim Selick had some sympathy. His own life had felt like a prison for the past six months.Not tonight. Tonight he was free. Screw Denise, screw Henry Di-fucking-Novi; tonight he was gonna hang with the lads and get totally off his fucking face.They hadn't intended for the night to be a special dedication to Rick or anything, but when they saw. Will you be able to teach me TEN this morning? I can teach you right now while I make breakfast. At the same time she asks. Yes, follow me.I take her to the spare bedroom. She has not seen it yet. When I open the door I show her it is not just the spare bedroom. It is my play room. Next to the bed is a fuck bench. It is a padded bench with an padded extension out the front for her to lay her forehead on with a shackle that goes around her neck. On either side of the front legs about halfway up.