He looked shocked momentarily, then he slowly eased his pants down over his now rigid cock. My eyes were locked on his magnificent penis as I placed ...he paper in front of him on the desk with the pen. “Write down the map coordinates, Steve.” “I don’t remember them,” he mumbled. I came round and bent him over the desk, spread his legs apart and swish, swish, gave him two strokes with the crop across his taut bum cheeks. He stood upright and his rigid cock stood out straight over the edge of. At times, I would become jealous as if some mistress that I could not compete against had once again seduced him. Yet, Todd returned quickly. ‘Come follow me,’ he commanded. I did not dare defy that look of authority, which he rarely displays. ‘What?’ I asked. ‘Just come with me,’ he repeated. Todd took my hand and guided me into our guestroom that also serves as his office. ‘I want you to sit down and look at this,’ he instructed. I hid my frustration, because I was not it the mood to look. “That’s thirty stalls we’ve got open.” “I thought about boarding horses at one time.” My grandfather chimed in. “That’s the reason I built the two barns.” “That’s an idea but I’d prefer to have a boarding stable somewhere other than here.” I remarked. “I don’t want a lot of traffic in and out past the house.” “That would involve building another barn though.” J.D. affirmed. “Not just another barn.” I countered. “I’m talking more than just building a boarding complex.” “What about building a. Stan climbed back up the hill, stopping at the coach to hand the newly filled canteen to Elizabeth.His climb the rest of the way to the road should have been made easier by the downed trees, but holding the shotgun in one hand slowed him down a bit. When he reached the road, he spent about an hour using his bowie knife to cut some sturdy tree limbs to spell out "HELP" and display an arrow pointing down the hill. He then returned to the coach.When Stan reached the coach and climbed on top,.