Paul. ‘Here we are,’ I said. ‘And, why exactly are we here?’ she asked. ‘You’ll see,’ I said, as I placed my arm around her waist and l...d her up the steps and through the church door. The place was empty, cool, and silent. As we entered, we were greeted by a member of the church staff, who asked if she could help us. ‘My friend and I wanted to view some of your stained glass windows. I hope it is not too much trouble,’ I replied. ‘No sir, not at all. However, we will be locking the church up. " I'm sure we can arrange that, Cheryl." He looked down at the woman beside him, noting the prominent swell of her blouse-covered breasts and the way her short skirt fell into the part of her thighs which seemed to accentuate the shortness of the flimsy garment.Cheryl was looking too and she saw the tell-tale jump at his crotch and she was sure she was giving him an erection."Excuse me, sir... I have to go to the ladies room," and she took her handbag with her as she exited to the bathroom down. We had a nice wedding, but had to put off a honeymoon because we were just too busy with more investigations. Suzy was now a half-time employee of Confidential Investigations so that she had a regular income, too. This simplified the credit questions.Suzy was more the domestic type, so she took over running the house in the morning and getting Hazel and me off to work on time. She came to the office in the afternoon and took care of some of the routine correspondence that was becoming a burden.. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------(Author's Note: This story was originally inspired by a piece called Japanese Wooden Ponies at www.captivity.com, and posted with the writer's permission.) The Wooden Horseby Night OwlFirst Posted: 5/04 (Story Content: M/f, Bondage, Discipline) The place looks to be over a century old, shrouded in a cluster of large oak trees. Threatening dark clouds and thunder signal.