It is exhilaration borne of absolute confidence that the steed is bonded to its rider and in fact, wants to show his master what he can do."With that,...the wife crawled on the bed, placing one hand on her shapely ass before giving herself a soft tap. On her third viewing, Annie got it - the wife was presenting herself, signaling to him that she was letting him loose. His reward for obeying. Her reward for commanding. His excitement was palpable, but his initial move was measured. He positioned. ”“Is there any pain when I press on your stomach?”“Do you understand these rights as they have been read to you?”I couldn’t speak and I couldn’t move my head. My mouth wagged open and closed a couple of times.“Is there anyone we should contact for you?”“Why did you push her?”It was too much. The overload blacked me out again.I certainly wasn’t expecting Jen there when they wheeled me into a room after x-rays. I’d been summarily stripped of my clothes—an expensive gray suit cut to shreds—while. "Nope. And I guess technically we still aren't. Jacques gets plenty of sex from both of us, and I do treat him with respect, but even he finally started pushing me into Lindsay's arms every night. He said that while he would love to wake up with us both clutching him, he can see that Lindsay and I are lifemates with a connection he doesn't want to harm. Its funny, but I love him more now, for showing that care for us."Lindsay laughed and smiled. "And he is damn good in bed. So it's worked out. She was almost too perfect. She moved to her drawer again and pulled out the larger of her toys. The dildo she attached to the floor with a suction cup… Ah, she wanted to ride and ride hard, and he loved this aspect the best. It meant she needed to use the tiny footstool built into the floorboards by the window. It also promised she would be pressed hard against the glass with the thrusting of her hips, giving him a view to watch every unique expression that crossed her face, a composition of.