The voice was well-known and was supposed to be on its way to Ce’al Zor-Na with its owner, Command Sergeant-Major of the Cavalry Kola of Clan Ko’K...so. They all turned to see the imposing figure standing in the middle of the stable, arms akimbo and a livid glare pinning them all in place, including the four year old boy being taught how to saddle a horse using one of the new ponies the Army just acquired for the cavalry. It was obvious to anyone with eyes that the boy did not belong amongst the. Bobbi let out half a scream, but she was quickly shut up by a back handed slap across her face, that not only knocked her over, but it also stunned her into submission! "Leave my daughter alone," Tara hissed at Frank, but his powerful grip on her arm made sure that all she could do was complain verbally! "Okay, bitch," spat Frank harshly, "if you two cunts want to do it the hard way that's fine by us, but we haven't had any pussy in over three fucking years, so one way of the other you're gonna. We also want to experiment with raising roping and cutting horses in this way.While a mule should be raised by hand in the same way, to minimize the kicking and biting behaviors that make mules difficult to work with, they should be older, perhaps four or five, before they are regularly worked. That means assembly line breeding is not practical. The mule needs constant gentle handling to build up their trust in humans. One thing that can never be trained out of a mule is their “me first”. I tossed in misery until 1:30 A.M., and sat up in bed directly in front of the fan. Quietly, I walked to the bathroom in hopes the activity would break my sleeplessness, and as I came out, looked into Margaret's open bedroom door. She was sleeping on top of the sheets wearing only a dark panty. A half moon lit her romm enough for me to watch her large breasts rise and fall as she slept. I stood in the hallway, naked and perspiring and felt my penis getting hard. In a second, I decided my next.