I stood in front of the closet and pulled out a navy blue skirt that camedown to just past the mid-thigh. I looked deeper into the closet andpulled o...t the light blue blouse. I slipped the blouse on and my shakinghands had trouble buttoning the "backwards" buttons. I stepped into theskirt and it felt nice sliding up my nylon legs. I slid the zipped up onthe side and went over to the side. There I found the heels I had justbought the day before. They were simple black heels with a closed. All of this ensured that she would not be able to climb her way to freedom. “Why would they have bars on the ceiling?” she wondered. Horses don’t need them.It was daylight the next time she saw her captors. She had spent a miserable night trying to get comfortable on the little straw bed that she had fashioned in one corner of the stall. And after the sun went down, the temperature dropped. It had been a chilly, uncomfortable night for her and she hardly slept at all.“Bacon and eggs for. I felt it building now, and at the same time my sphincter massaged the 10-inch hose in my ass so that the man attached to it grunted and cursed his satisfaction as yet another load of cum was squirted inside my little bum.

Someone was holding me up now, one enormous muscular arm with tattoos wrapped around his narrow waist, lifting my body clear off the floor, my legs dangling, and I was being told by Kate to look into the camera. I mustn't have obeyed fast enough because I felt a hand in my. The once great house at its height had been staffed by a compliment of eight or more full time staff, footmen, maids and the like. Bessy, Mary and Hodges, still occupied their old rooms up in the servants area on the top floor but now most of the guests rooms were closed up, and unused only two guest bedrooms even having furniture nowadays. Thus, some semblance of ‘normal’ Manor life was presented to any visitors, not that nowadays there were many. Mary, the less than bright maid, just about.