Greying brown hair and green eyes.He started talking to me shortly after I sat down.“Is something wrong? You look so sad.” He said it with so mu...h kindness and concern, everything I had been going through just came spilling out of me. Tears even formed in the corners of my eyes.“Baby, don’t take it so hard.” He gently rubbed and patted my back. It felt so nice. And his voice was so soothing.He introduced himself as Daniel. I replied mine was Liz. For the rest of the conversation, he. Always the measured tease, he withdraws and releases me, lifts me up and now leads me to the mechanical horse. I feel my vagina moisten again as I look at the dildo screwed into the socket in the saddle position on the horse. He helps me up onto the horse and gently holds me as I ease myself down onto the dildo, till I have it wholly within me once again. He then lifts my arms above my head and attaches my wrists to the cuffs on the restraining ropes, before winching the pulleys to stretch. As she stroked she raised her hips and came and came. Victory lay there and after catching her breath she smiled. That was the first time she had ever brought herself to orgasm with nothing in her mind, no fantasy to lead her on. She was so mesmerized by the smell of the garden and the feel of the earth under her and the wind caressing her and the moon shining down on her that she lost herself in nature. She dressed and strolled off, looking back to remember where the tree was, she would. The whole thing was working together in ballet of slippery wet warm pleasure. She took her mouth off of me and gripped my shaft tightly, pulling another deep moan from me. She began stroking the shaft up and down with her strong wet fingers, looking up at me. “That feel good, baby?” she asked. “Are you getting close?” She added only a moment later in a husky whisper. The truth is, I was, but I didn’t want to cum. Not yet. I had a lot more planned for us tonight. As much as I hated to, I.