Sir William's brother Harry gave me a boost up into the saddle and his proprietary hand all over my soft and yielding rump made me think of how he had...degraded me the night before. It was difficult for me to meet his eye because I knew he was fully aware of how much I had enjoyed my sordid humiliation and he despised my shameful feminine weakness.The hunt started in complete chaos.At least that was the way it seemed to me but after a few jumps and a false trail, we got sorted out and I was. A small man but with a big cock.For the first ten minutes, all of the competitors strained as they tried to get a hands-free victory. Cocks were twitching violently as they tried every means they could. Most had eyes shut trying to call to mind erotic triggers in their minds. The Russian guy was watching a particularly pretty girl in the front row who was pleasuring herself through her jeans (maybe a planted team-mate, I thought).The Chilean was the first to start using hands. Not in the usual. I needed the release. I needed the feeling of sweeping, intense orgasm rushing all over my body. To get this, all I needed was a warm tongue (why not my own?) on my nipple and a moving finger on my clit!My hand continued its gentle rubbing, back and forth, up and down. I closed my eyes and envisioned myself kneeling before Rich's throbbing cock. My lips part and I take the velvety head into my mouth. My tongue encircles the rim of the head and suck hard. In my fantasy, I could smell his sweat. Instead she scooted over and curled her legs under herself then layed down lightly putting her head in his lap. "Oh dear god... her head is right on my cock" he thought. He tried to focus on anything that would help keep it down but knew it was no use. He felt it start to fill up. Then he felt her snuggle her face into his lap.He tapped her on the shoulder till she opened her eyes and looked up at him. "You better head to bed sweetheart" he said nearly choking on every syllable."Ok daddy" she.