.”“But what?” Nicole asked. The worry– and perhaps fear– in her voice was very evident.“But you have to beg Mistress Joan for it?” Annab...lle replied.“Mistress Joan?” Nicole said.“Mistress Joan McAlister trains all of my horses,” Annabelle said flatly. “She is the one who trained Midnight. And she is the one whom you will have to beg for an orgasm.”Annabelle led her horse, White Star, through the gate. Nicole’s horse, Midnight, followed close behind. After both were through the gate, Annabelle. .."Nnghh...", Slowly she managed to groan and murmur herself awake. The cold stone had begun to chill her body to the bone with shivers riddling her everynow and then. She raised her bruised head and blinked her eyes open, instantly yelping and flying her hand to cup the crown of her head to feel a throbbing bump. It was relativly small but still made her wince when she redirected her gaze which was locked on her own wrists as they came from rubbing her scalp.Shackles. Rusty heavy metal clamps. "Where are you, hon?"It was their usual greeting. She'd ask and he'd answer as he always did. "I'm not home, that's for sure." She knew he couldn't say. But if he ever answered in any other way, she'd know that he was in trouble, somewhere.The relief on her face was clear. "Well, Merry Christmas, again, you crusty old Navy dog," she laughed. "Here's the kids."He talked with Jamie, Christy, and Lana – aged 10, 7, and 5 respectively – all girls. He chuckled a bit at the thought of what was. She held my cock with one hand and one hand was on her own breast.She was fondling herself and stroking me at the same time. She flickered her tongue around my penis and was playing with the dick. She closed her lips and would suck it like we suck an ice cream stick. A slurp sound was coming out and I was feeling helpless. It was so good that I was almost a spectator. I just let her do whatever she wanted to do with my dick. I was her slave at that time. Taking all the pleasure in the world..