She was feeling quite pleased with herself. She still had the marks on her bottom from Tuesday’s caning of course, although they were fading by now,...and her rear still felt a little stiff and gave her occasional twinges. Nevertheless she had good reasons to feel pleased. The little snippets of information she had caused to come to her husband’s ear in his office were bearing fruit! Rumour had it that he had threatened to have his secretary birched! Her Ladyship glowed at the thought. That was. That night in bed, naked, I relived the sensations while imagining being fucking by a huge horse cock. Right there I decided I had to have it, just once.I was aware that planning was required. First, I had to get the stallion used to me handling him. Then I had to think about clothes that would allow him access. As well I had to be careful not to get caught. I couldn’t imagine being found engaged in bestiality with a horse. As I planned how to go about it I found my body responding to my wonton. I mean, I can appreciate a little kink and all, but Im not much for an audience. She swallowed hard and looked around the corner, feeling his body next to hers as he leaned into her more than was necessary to get a good view of the front of the apartment building. With everything looking like a clear shot up the front steps into the front door, they sprinted across the street and up the stairwell. On the second landing Dean grabbed her back pocket and hauled her back toward him, cornering her. After a while, still finger fucking her with my both index and middle fingers together, I held her neck with my left hand, turned her face towards mine, and started French kissing with her lips. I was careful not to block her nose as it can block her breath thus waking her up or, worse!While still kissing her, I rubbed her neck up and down a few time with my left hand and rubbed her down to her left hand fingers on her arm, then between her left hand and body, starting from her waist, I rubbed.