My husband entered the bedroom smiling. "What's goin' on?" he asked. "Why are you dressed like that?" I couldn't even look at him. I was so upset and ...shamed I just replied "I had planned a special evening for us. Who is that? You never bring anyone home. Why didn't you call me and tell me first?" He started to laugh. He sat on the bed next to me and pulled me close to him. "I have a special evening planned for us too" he said. "Leroy is a guy I go to school with. He has been interested in. Mandy slowly moved with him and now she was, through gritted teeth, begging him to fill her arse with his cum.He held her small tits as he fucked her, pinching her nipples, biting her shoulder, becoming more a****listic with each thrust. Soon he had abandoned all thoughts of being gentle and as he thrust deeper into Mandy, she urged him on with shouts of “Fuck me, fuck me.” “Spunk inside me.” “Harder, Harder.”Finally the pressure built up beyond his control and with a final thrust that took all. Hardly used now, the Curzon was a shabby old club. The main hall with its wooden stage and torn velvet curtains was closed off which left only one little bar remained open. With a few dodgy tables and chairs with folded beer mats under the legs, a futile attempt to keep them level, it stank like a public toilet. Dan had not been here for over a year but nothing had changed. The young mums with their alco pops were wailing on a little karaoke machine in the corner looking for someone, anyone, to. Got to hold on! her terrified mind screamed. Hold on, Robin girl!Yes, she would hold on until this incredibly powerful horse threw her to the ground. For a brief instant she berated herself for taking this particular horse from Javier, the Mexican groom, instead of the gentle mare he had suggested. No, she had wanted too much to catch up with Priscilla and tag along, find out what was so important. So silly of her to jump onto the horse in just her flat tennis shoes and the loose skirt she had.