Until I met Santiago...I met Santiago online one night in a Gay chat room, as it turned out, I was in between girlfriends and found myself alone and o... the internet. He described himself as alittle on the heavier side and ok looking, but really just a nice, average, normal Latino guy. You had to like the honesty.Santiago and I chatted alittle and I confessed that I had never been with a man, but was curious. 10 minutes turned into an hour, and talk turned from sex, to jobs, to interests and. He walked away, I couldn’t see him. What was he doing? And then the door opened, and I heard, I realized. More men, many men. Oh, no! I began to struggle wildly, writhing against my bonds. Hands grabbing, squeezing.“Let’s have some order here,” David spoke with authority, “I told you all how this is going to go down-it’s going to be on film, so let’s do it right.” The men backed off, and David began giving instructions.“You, Mike-her head. You hard? Good-wait until I tell you take it out. Don’t. Everyone of them had a beautifully curried miniture horse inside. "I raise most of these to sell. You wouldn't believe the kind of market there is for these Gals. Quite popular with the rich folks. But there are a couple that I just can't bare to part with. Take Sally there." and he pointed to a sweet natured little bay mare. "She has been a great comfort to me since my wife passed. Of course so has Queenie and Thelma!" he said as we walked passed their stalls. Two more mares,each white as snow. (Discretion and chocolate. Lots of chocolate.) We'd talked about it, on Saturday after, as Jeanine released my bindings. She let me know that this would not be a joking matter no matter how many years went by, that any jibe on my part would be met by a sudden frost, and that if she caught even a hint of repetition to any acquaintence, I would become intimate with the couch. And no amount of chocolate would make her change her mind.Sunday arrived, over a week later. Jeanine took breakfast with.