"What was that all about?", I asked."What? This morning? I told you I woke up horny and wanted to resolve it before you left." she replied."Yeah, but ...ou usually don't do anything when someone else is around and normally you are quiet as hell when we fool around," I stated."I told you I was just horny. Can't you just leave it at that? I'll do even better later on. If you're a good boy," she promised.She always has kept her promises and I didn't push the issue.Then, a couple of weeks later Gary. Most of them do double duty as war horses and travois pullers during moves, maybe one of them will tolerate a pack saddle. Wait here and keep your eyes open! I won't be long."A half hour later, Jase came back with an Indian pony in tow. "It took a little doing," Jase said, "but I got one."The Indian pony was only accustomed to a crude, horsehair rope hackamore, so it took some doing to get a bit and bridle on him. The pony tolerated the pack saddle with very little problem. Then the gear was. She looked cluelessly at Kishan, who was cupping her face with his palms.Kishan: There are lot more things you can do other than rubbing yourself. But you need a man’s touch to feel those pleasures. As your servant, I feel it is my duty to provide you with that.Shreya: It’s not your job to pleasure me, Kishan.Kishan: No, madam, I can’t see you struggling like this. I see no other way than to inform your husband. If he finds out what you are going through, he will pay more attention.Shreya. Jill gasped, she could see a long hard cock. A magnificent vibrant member which Karen moved her hand to. Jill remained transfixed at the window her hand rubbing the crotch in her trousers. As Karen's hand gently pumped Philips cock, Jill watched spellbound, flushed, her own hand working independently undoing her own buttons, zip and pushing down into her own warm wet panties. Her clit was electric in its response and she had to place her other hand on the window sill as she massaged her own.