She felt her lips throb and she knew that the handle was slick from her desire. She felt her nectar drip down her thighs as her cunt sucked at the ha...dle greedily. Her body twisted and swayed with the motion of the dance she was dreaming of. The handle was hard against her clit, and it pinched past the hard bump and into her entrance. Only able to go so far in made it a most wondrous torture. Torture, she loved. Her nails dragged along the bottom of the sink as she felt her pleasure begin. Her indignation vindicated, she had slipped into her teachermode. "We have to make sure they respect us as mentors. It's not appropriatethat we appear to be appraising them sexually, even if their hormones are atfull throttle. It would break an important trust." She had gone on, blathering sexual harassment shit, regurgitating the sameanal crap the school department threw at them all the time, as if he'd justbeamed down from Mars and had never heard it before. But he had kept his maskof shame. As they approached the two buildings surrounded by a barbed wire fence. He noticed that there were two guards being used to patrol the facility were armed with M4 assault rifles and we’re ready to deal with any type of threat. Officers Jackson and Malone led him inside and through the first building. As they approached the entrance of the smaller building they heard a muffled noise and Jackson quickly ushered him inside the door. Time appeared to stop as Logan took in his surroundings, he saw. But the mare, Brownie was her name kept pawing the dirt in the stall and snorting at me. I looked up and asked her what’s wrong? Texans talk to horses, we just do. And I swear she was looking at my dick. Now Brownie was a very relaxed horse most of these little horses are they have been breed to be so. So I had no fear of her acting up and walked over to her to see if she had water and feed to see if she would quiet down and stop interfering with my jerk off session. Then it got really.