I wasn't making a movie and I didn't want a bunch of horses for fun. These would have work to do and I had to train them to do the work. You can't bre...k a horse to pull a travois, or a plow either for that matter. You have to train them to do anything useful and the first thing you train them to do is stand still when you tie them to something.At least the first lesson is easy on the trainer. You get a stout halter on the horse and tie it to a stout post with a stout rope, and then you leave it. There was moonlight and clouds and the pounding of the waves and my head was throbbing. “There’s a time for fucking,” he said…“that time is now!”I started to stand but hands pushed me back down on the blanket…holding me there…and…”we saw what you were doing with your boyfriend…you were all over each other…it’s time to finish up what you started!” I was scared and looked at Brett, still beside me, asking: “What do we do now?”I was looking for help but Brett was silent. What an asshole! I. I looked up almost expecting her to be glaring at the letch across the table from her. To my surprise she smiled again, “So do you?” she asked pulling me out of my daze at her beautiful face and cleavage. “Do you come her often?” she repeated.“Uh, well, no, I am here meeting a client,” I stammered. “What business are you in?” she asked and the conversation became about me and I felt totally comfortable talking with her. I reordered my scotch and her martini. “Enough of me,” I said, “What do you. After I finished orgasmning I stood up. I removed my husbands pants and jocks, and his hard cock got released. As he sat on the couch, I dropped to my knees and moved down, taking his hard cock into my mouth and started sucking on it. Up and down I sucked his cock deepthroating him and occasionally and gagging on his cock which he seemed to enjoy. I then let go of his cock and sucked on each of his balls before he pulled me up by my hands. I moved over on top of him, lowering my wet horny pussy.