“Mary-Kate who’s it to be?” I asked.Mary-Kate couldn’t look at anyone as she turned the cardboard she held. ‘Sally’ was clearly drawn on i....“Oh God no! “ cried Sally as she fell to her knees and began to sob.“We have a winner! Sally you have been chosen to be O’Toole’s bitch!” I announced.“Please! No! Please I’ll do anything! Please don’t make me! Please!” Sally begged.“Now! Now! Sally, you know that if you don’t comply it will be worse! You’ll suffer pain and humiliation and then I’ll have. Ramesh hands were playing with my naked back, my boobs & my navel. He placed his hand on my triangle & spread my thighs. Then he removed my salwar. Now I was only in my wet, blue panty.He admired my nakedness. I noticed that his eyes were particularly on my navel & ass. He removed his trouser but not his boxer. I stretched onto the car seat & blushed under his gaze. I was seductively rubbed my thighs together; then I inserted my hand in my panty & started fingering myself. This is how I had. " You don't have to Tom, I understand." Knowing you, I'd bet money that she's already wearing some kind of big rock on her hand. Has she conned you into Victoria's Secret yet?" How the fuck --" Oh, such language," laughing loudly interrupting again. "That kind of confirms for me that she does have a diamond already and that negligee she was trying to get me to buy her is now part of her wardrobe. Tom, you're a man. You're a softie!"Kind of had me pegged I guess.I really think she does. ”They chattered as Patar saddled the horse, then gave Sharon a leg up to mount it, finally adjusting the stirrups to suit her.They set off with Shaun leading the way. “Is your horse descended from your grandfather’s horses?”“Not exactly. It was one of his horses, but originally its grandfather belonged to a German officer. He’s called Loki, after the Norse god of mischief. When I first started training him to the saddle he would take off the horse blanket with his teeth. That was five years.