“You’re dead on your feet, Ainsley.”“I don’t need to be on my feet, Nick. I need to be in this chair,” she insisted.“You don’t,” sai... Nick firmly. “We can do this later, after you’ve gotten some sleep.”“If I go home, I won’t be back until tomorrow. I live in Connecticut.”“Then we’ll do it tomorrow, Miss Davenport.” There was a hint of steel in his voice that Ainsley now recognized as a warning not to keep pushing.But, she had to try one more time. “Let me stay for the general meeting. Then,. Dance with me - it's New Year's Eve." At first he said no but I insisted and he gave in.I finally got him to hold me close and dance the way you're supposed to on a slow dance. When I pulled him even closer and laid my head on his shoulder I found out why he had been holding me off - he had an erection, a big one. I could feel it pressing against my abdomen. It may have been all the champagne, but when I realized what was pressing against me, I felt a sudden rush of warmth in my pubic area and. " I could barely focus on her words as Stormy continued to pound away at me from behind sending the little silver bells that dangled from my nipple rings into a melodic jingle with each thrust. Mistress Anna's hand moved up to my belly where she rubbed in small circles. "Soon you'll be carrying Stormy's foal. What a perfect little breeding mare you are. I knew from the moment I saw you that you and Stormy should mate."Stormy began to grunt and I could feel his cock twitching and pulsing inside. True to her promise that kindly former employer, teacher and guardian has, since our departure from her house, sent a number of her clients to stay with us. Some have been convalescents, other merely wishing to enjoy a change from the normal social circles they enjoy or endure in the capital. Mistress Pickles sends us money to pay for their visits and we do not know, ask or care what she charges them. We have also found a few clients of our own, mostly through word of mouth. The occasional.