Coming back to the story, this is a continuation to my old parts of the story. You can find the earlier parts above.I was woken by a wet tongue rollin... and gulping down my cock and the slurping sounds. I opened my eyes and realized that I have slave girls in my house and they have tasks to do. The wet tingly feeling on my cock was making me feel relaxed. I looked down and saw that one of the girls was under the blanket, sucking me well. All I could see was the blanket head moving up and. The hair sets off her dark brown eyes always surrounded by a pair narrow Burgundy marbled, thin framed horn rimmed glasses. She never wore make up usually but today she had a small amount of silvery blue eye shadow and mascara on. It brought out her dark eyes.She jogs and does yoga so her body is lean and fit, she was wearing a pair of not loose, but not tight jeans and a tight white t-shirt with a fine ribbing in the fabric that allowed you to see the outline of her bra underneath. She wore. She kept looking from draw to draw and then suddenly a burst of soft giggle aroused from her deep throat. I did not have any clue what it meant or why, but then she started fiddling with the neck line of her night gown, tied tight at the top. She looked a quick peek towards me and pulled the strings. As if it only needed this small move, the night gown looking dress opened up and slipped down to her ankles showing me the bright red braziers tightly groping her breasts and a bright red tiny. "Oh, Midnight... I... I made it," she panted harshly, trying to catch her breath.The long run from her house had turned her on more and she felt her little pussy growing wetter and wetter with thick cuntjuice. She entered Midnight's stall and led the horse toward the bales of hay that were stacked in one corner."This is where we can fuck, Midnight," she said breathlessly but this time her shortness of breath was caused more from excitement and lust than from her run.Midnight nudged his nose.