So after of a few seconds of hesitation she found herself pulling the shampoo bottle out of her drenched pussy and kneeling down on her bed then posit...oning the big bottle under her touching her pink asshole.The thick shampoo bottle was covered with her pussy juices and she knew that would serve as lube but she still doubt that big bottle could squeeze inside her little ass no matter how much she wanted it. She started to lower herself on the bottle and she loved the feeling of the hard plastic. I fed another one into an escalator, feet first. I’m no saint, is what I’m saying. But this was some next level shit, aimed at someone who technically hadn’t done anything to me or my loved ones. And a black guy too, just to heighten the guilt. But I’d have done the same to Anders Breivik, you betcha.It didn’t help. I’m not even sure what I mean by that, but it didn’t. I didn’t feel better. His victims were still dead, and those who mourned for them would never know justice was done. They might. She was sure the stallion did not want to hurt her, that he would leave her little pussy alone now.Midnight worked his tongue all over the sweet-tasting titmounds, leaving them glistening with his saliva. Then he concentrated on her nipples which pulsed lewdly against his tongue."Oh, God!" Micki cried as she came.She closed her eyes as she came. Just as her orgasm began to fade, she felt the horse's mouth against her furry crotch again."Noooo," she whimpered.But the horse ignored her now just. "How could a shaft be lined with soot?' she wondered.Just as she was so terrified that she wanted to pull up and go back, she could see light below. She dropped into an opening that must have been sixty feet square. It was square. Bailey almost screamed in ecstasy. This was not a normal formation. Her flashlight revealed carvings and drawings around the walls. One of the walls had water seeping through it. The water flowed along some carved passages along the floor and into a pool in the front.