“Hurry up and get finished will you,” she had said after about two minutes, “I have others waiting for me tonight.” He finished and left, but ...id not leave a tip. He got enough verbal abuse during the day, he didn’t need any from a paid whore late at night.He didn’t even notice that sleep had finally come until he opened his eyes to a bit of light around him. He had slept longer than he wanted to so he had to hurry to get the horses back in harness and back on the road. He took care of his. One of them told me I had a hot sexy wife and she looked great in stockings, and they hoped they would get to see more as the evening wore on. They asked me if she dressed for sex. They were cheeky, to say the least, and Margaret was being a bit bashful. Nevertheless, during the evening they gave her plenty of attention, dancing with her often. She would come back to the table and sit with me a while, then one of them would get her to dance. She disappeared for a short time and when she came. The next band arrived on stage and the pair in front of me jumped to applaud. The band began to play and once again the crowd surged. The two girls hung onto each other, jumping about while being careful not to lose their spot. As the set went on the music was becoming far more bass driven, with long low bass lines vibrating throughout the venue. The jumping about had been replaced with slow, rhythmic dancing with people losing their insecurities under the strobing lights. As the basslines. How did I know when the horse was going to cum? After all, it couldn’t tell me.Then daddy had a brainwave, he said why didn’t I practice on him until I’d got it right. I was so relieved, I scooted under the bench and daddy stood where the horse would. He unzipped his fly und pulled out his cock, it was very floppy, but that didn’t last long when I put both my hands around it, his cock was much smaller than a horses, only 11 inches long and the same diameter as a coke can. As daddy started to.