I couldn't hear their conversation, but I could see the Mexicans were giving her their full attention as she chattered away.Two more drinks and the gu...s had their hands on her. They all left the bar and headed for the back room. I could tell my wife was inebriated by the way she clung to one of the men. Her skirt had ridden up in back, exposing most of her ass to public view. There wasn't a man in the place who didn't know by now she wasn't wearing panties.I moved to another seat where I could. Melissa felt the pain emanate with angry heat, but also just below it something else. Her desire. Her need. They were taking over. Every smack of her ass caused the flesh to shake and her pussy to clench. Every spank made her clit tremble. It wasn’t long under this assault before she felt the arousal take hold, overtaking the pain, even transforming it. Making each blow a welcome step closer to orgasm. She found herself feeling profoundly grateful that The Master cared enough to. Horses have very long memories. In fact, I think a horse remembers everything from the time it is foaled until it draws its last breath. It only takes a flick of the ear to communicate between them. The entire time a horse is grazing, it is listening. It pays attention to everything. When that brown gelding I sometimes rode turned his eyes to me, I knew we needed to head to the barn.Caitlin and I could see them—sense them—long before we got to the paddock. And there was such a joy that I’d. “Sorry…I’m deeply sorry.”Her glare turned back to her sister as she spouted “You told me you two were just getting off over porn and by the looks of it you did more than that,” she nodded her head toward the big screen which I had forgot was still displaying a picture of Tara sucking my cock.Samantha grabbed the remote and quickly began flipping through the album as the guilt continued to build against me. She landed on one with Tara’s mouth drooling cum all over my white pasty rod. “Ok, that.