As a special treat you can maul my tits. You know you like that."I bared them and nuzzled her nipples, teasing them to stiffness. "You really do have ...he most amazing breasts, you know. They're as firm as when I first touched them."She smiled down fondly. "Good aren't they! Lucky me. Useful for cheering you up when you're in an uncooperative mood. Come on. Tell me what's up and then I'll tell you a titillating tale."I let my hand stray down to her leg and enjoyed the smooth warmth of her bare. She had indulged often and left these people knowing who was in control. "Get that little worm ready to go to the stables in 20 minutes", she ordered Suzie.She went to her room and showered and chose her riding gear from her walk in wardrobe. When she arrived at the stables, both slave and the handyman were there. Her horse had been tacked up and she was helped into the saddle. She started out into the fields. "Come on slave, keep up with me"Her slave dutifully jogged along beside his mistress.. At first, there's a lot of 'What if?' shit goin' on in my head; then I looked up at my reflection in the mirror on the wall, and shit kinda came crashing down... 'Keisha! There you stand in an old yellow cotton print nightgown that's just about see-through, it's been washed so many times, and looks like a circus tent, a pair of pink granny panties that probly got holes in 'em, and flip-flops, with your hair all pinned up under a red bandana -- an' you're gonna go in there an' make some ol'. I got hyper and started talking about how a hooded figure would always sneak in the apartment opposite to my place and this uncle from that apartment stared into my eyes like I was talking things that should not be spoken. So, I just covered up saying the hooded figure would walk past his apartment. Later in the party, he approached me. He was like, "So you saw the hooded figure? you know he's in the party now, wanna meet?" I was like "sure. he seemed like a nice talk person. I like tall guys.".