Jamie asked about a DJ.I grinned, “They call him ‘RJ the DJ’, ‘Platter-Purveyor-extraordinaire, the best there is!Mary snickered, “BOB!”�...You got it. He’s got a phenomenal mobile DJ setup and has any record you could ask for. I just hope he’s available the weekend of the 20th. He does a LOT of weddings.”Jamie started giggling, “but, does he have the ‘Hokey Pokey’?”Greg snorted, “Oh God, I hope not!”Just then the phone started ringing. Greg went into the house to answer it and came back out,. I'm looking forward to seeing Phil, it's been a while.PART 21The next morning I loaded up and headed for Cheyenne. The visions of what I had witnessed in the barn on the preceding day continued to flash back in my head. I like horses, but not quite that much. I suppose that everyone has their own ideas of fun….it just happens that mine is to get fucked by cowboys.When I arrived in Cheyenne, I checked into the Holiday Inn Express and took Rip over to the boarding stables and got him settled. . Helen's ex-husband was hopping around Scottish castles with his California beach bunny, Tiffany Pokeright and he was no longer interested in perusal of her PM pussy. She was a bit interested to see Jason's reaction because she had heard the rumor that he was swinging for the other side in the battle of the sexes.Helen took the sealed message and opened it as the sound of her tinkling made Jason's face turn a visible shade of red. The message was a "heads up" about some new dire news being. “Mistress Wanda, it is midnight,” came the gruff voice of the Servant.Wanda picked up her bullwhip and cracked it in front of the mirror, feeling her power, heels clicking on the concrete floor as she turned and headed for the door.The cellar was dank and cavernous, used formerly to house a wine collection it had been transformed into an ersatz torture chamber, with a pillory, a wooden framework to secure head and hands mounted on a steel post drilled into the concrete floor, the centrepiece of.