I pushed and a voice from inside said “Come in, I’m in the bedroom”. I didn’t need a second invitation, and wandered slowly into the most sexy...boudoir you can imagine. There were photos of men with large penises adorning the walls, a huge mirror on the ceiling over a circular bed strewn with cushions.My new friend had already poured two glasses of Champagne, “I can’t stand the modern idiom for Prosecco” she said, “This is the real stuff, which I brought back from my last trip to France.” Enough. She was once married to a Texas oil tycoon. She bore him two sons, James (Jim) & Jonathan.Jim Prescott worked managed Taboo for his mother although it could be argued that she was still in control. What could he say. The woman was a control freak, but he loved the equines. He wasn’t going anywhere. Fortunately or not, he and his family resided in the six-thousand-square-foot, seven-bedroom mansion. His wife was a freelance journalist. And, his son and daughter were keen to take on the Stables. I tried it again, giving it a harder yank, and it made a loud popping sound and clattered halfway open. Not locked, just a tight seal.Startled, I slid it shut again and looked around guiltily. My plan had been to scout out possible points of entry for when I came back under cover of darkness. But plans were made to be changed. I put down the skimmer, popped the door open again, slipped inside, and shut it behind me.I was standing in a little tiled area which separated the kitchen from the. The studs looked atPatty and then at me. Without another word theyundressed and walked over to the bed. The one stud whohad dark curly hair stroked my hair and then put hishard cock too my face. The only thing I thought to dowas take him in my mouth and start sucking. As I began to suck, Patty withdrew the dildo from myass and I could feel the hot flesh of the stud’s dickenter from behind. “Take it slow boys,” Patty said. “Wehave plenty to accomplish here tonight.”.