She finds herself bent at the waist in a frame of pipes such as you see used for cows to keep them immobilized for feeding and fattening. There is a b...x under her belly to help take the weight off her legs. Her tits hang over the other side of the box to give her studs something to play with as they fill her with their baby-making juices. Just under her face is a trough where her food is placed and under her feet a generous amount of hay is placed to absorb her droppings and piss. The stable. "I think it was an escape mechanism for the marriage I was in. I mean, I was the wife of a doctor and that was real important to me then, and I had a nice house in Garden Hill and I was a part of the upper crust and all that, but I didn't really like my husband all that much." No?" No," she sighed, shaking her head a little at her former self. "I married him because he was a doctor. That was all I was interested in. That was all that my mother had taught me to be interested in. I loved him for. "Do you remember the argument we had last night before Iwent out?" Jessica nodded wondering where this was going. "Do youremember how you didn't think that we'd ever be able to understand eachother?" Jessica thought back and as she remembered she said, "Yeah." Well what if I told you that there was a way that we could, say, walk ineach other's shoes?" I'd laugh and say that you've lost your mind," Jessica replied. Brianlooked hurt and pushed his plate away and then folded his arms across. Not making a peep. When his manhood finally had relief from not being contained, he sighed and started on her shorts. His legs kept her from moving, and she didnt dare raise her hands to him. He easily and slowly unzipped her shorts, staring into her eyes as he did so. Rosey felt herself become more confused than anything. She wondered why she wasnt scared, why she felt strangely aroused. It was almost torture, his thumb pressing down on her clitoris. He was making her wet, and he didnt even.