Yet, Rick has yet to talk to her about any kind of plan to leave. “I just like the one horse.”“I’m sure that you do,” John says calmly, fold...ng his fingers together with his elbows on the table. “But if I kept a horse every time you liked it, we’d have a pasture full of ones we’d have to continuously feed and take care of while not making any money to keep this place going.”“I’m not asking for a bunch,” the girl huffs in frustration at her father. “I’m only asking about the one.”“And this is. Both sets of eyes, wide as four saucers, were upon each other.Instantaneously Athena had the look like she had accidently put her hand over a stove flame. Bob felt like he was sitting in the electric chair and the lever was pulled. His mental reaction was Oh shit! My hot mom just grabbed my hard dick!Athena’s hand remained. It didn’t move, but it didn’t leave. She just stared at it, and where it was. Her conflicted mind was going a thousand miles a minute. The songs lyrics returned.Come on,. He knows how it feels to be relentlessly edged, teased and denied for days at a time. He knows the beautiful frustration of being milked and ruined, over and over again. He’s begged – literally begged – for orgasm before, and heard me say “No.” He’s been there. He survived those things without ever truly losing his mind, and he figured this would “just” be more of the same. Three months of intense fun, but nothing truly new.And… to be honest… I wondered if he might be right. His doubt motivated. They began to lift her shirts up, over her head, into a mess around her wrists. A little like being tied. There were hands on her breasts, outside the tight, day-glo green sports-bra. There was another between her buttocks. The knot that held her sweatpants were being untied.“The bitch is on heat..”Strong hands lifted her off the machine, and while in mid-air, she could feel how her pants slid down her legs. Why could she not just say no?They placed her on a large wooden crate. She was on her.