Years ago, her clit was removed by a witch doctor in her home country. That keeps her from cumming. I am sure that she resents the fact that the rest ...f us women can enjoy a fuck, but she can't." Oh, hell! I wish she had told me her problem. I can give her an orgasm even without her clit. Tell her to be more open with me the next time, and I will try to help her. She doesn't have to feel the way she does." You can do that!?! Gods, what is it that you can't do? I must tell our Mistress right. Her arms could not push back the chair. Her legs could not raise her. She looked down the table at her husband."Oh, please forgive me, Hans for what I am about to do." She said to herself as she pushed back her chair with her knees. She didn't know which was more humiliating; knowing what she was about to do, or thinking that her husband was seeing her do this as if on her own accord.Hans could not see the tears forming in the corners of her eyes because of her wire rimmed glasses. All he saw. His kisses were soft and gentle, loving and caring; each one drew me closer to a climax. My husband had not even begun to tease my vagina and still it was overwhelmed with desire. At my chest he was careful not to inflame any of the marks he had left; his tongue left a trail as it traveled from left mountain to right and back again. His kisses continued up my neck then he turned my head to the side and licked the inside of my ear. One soft nibble and his gentle love finished. My father climbed. The fact that he was a horse was secondary, She had never known the love of a man. So she could imagine the beast had charming characteristics.She took up the brush and began to brush his velvety hide. She brushed around the straps of the saddle and then onto the belly. Both hands worked the brush.Slowly she writhed her body underneath the horse. There it was, right in front of her eyes. That thing. That was the only word she could think of to call it.Velvet's greatest unconscious desire was to.