I loved to see how the more passionate we became, the younger and even prettier she looked. She really seemed to enjoy it and so did I(she's a good ki...ser). We decided to move to the bedroom(the only room with 4 walls that would give some kind of privacy), because we weren't too keen to be seen by everyone. Seeing her lying there on my small bed, I felt very aroused. I caressed her breasts, played with her hard nipples and kissed her stomache, going deeper and deeper...my lips felt the moist. Dean then entered the room with pages and pages listing all the stories and websites I had visited since he had repaired my laptop, and he thrust them into my hands. I was embarrassed and got up and went to leave, but Dean stopped me. He shoved me back into the seat and began to explain to me that I was to be punished for my Wife upsetting Susan. "I fucked Susan just before you arrived, and deposited a weeks worth of cum into that pussy you have sat and adored since you got here, and you are. I was enraptured with theprocess and my mistress. When she finished my lips, she took alarger brush and began bringing out the glow in my cheeks.Circular motions hypnotized me. Every pore in my face was awarethat my gender was changing magically.Even my hair seemed to have feeling all the way through to theends of the curls Mistress placed there with a curling iron. Asshe formed each section of curls, the iron burned hot on myscalp. It tugged relentlessly as she wound the strands of hairaround. Never ridden one in my life- still hadn't! But it was situated quite handily- within walking distance if the weather was good.The stables was owned by Mr. Watson, a tall and muscular man in his mid to late fifties. He could be a bit stern at times but was generally a decent enough sort. The person I worked most closely alongside was a guy called Simon- at nineteen a couple of years younger than me. Simon seemed not to like Mr. Watson very much. Often moaning about him about various things, and.