He busied himself with the restraints not removing the cuffs as I had hoped. I pulled my arms and legs back into alignment as he disappeared into the ...athroom. He returned with a basin of water, a towel and a glass of water. He set it on the bed, “Don’t move or I will sleep on your pallet and you can sleep in the wet bed.” He chuckled. “That’s a joke. Smile.” I gave him a weak one as he handed me the water. I guzzled it trying to erase the taste of Jimmy. He washed my tear-streaked face. Then. It stood out against her tanned, toned skin. She was already veiled in a fine sheen of sweat from carefully sweeping out the barn and putting fresh hay in the three stalls. The two empty stalls were for the magnificent horses we were getting at the end of the week. Hers, a magnificent Quarter horse and mine, an Appaloosa. The third stall was solely for her.I went over and gently stroked my nimble pony's toned flanks to soothe her down, and then slipped the black bit into her sensual mouth.. She took the shower gel and squirted it onto my cock, then took hold of the washcloth. She started to scrub my shaft through the cloth using her thumb and forefinger, smiling up at me as I got hard. She expertly rolled back my foreskin revealing the hyper sensitive cock-head beneath. My bell-end was much larger than the shaft, giving my dick the appearance of an arrow head, or button mushroom, when the foreskin was retracted. Sarah smiled sympathetically when she saw how ugly it was, but. I can’t take much more. I’m physically and mentally exhausted from being blindfolded, laying on my stomach with my ankles and wrists bound to this fuckin' bench and my cunt walls are hurt and sore from the vibrator inserted inside my soaked pussy, forcing me to cum over and over again. “Just a little moo” he orders again. “No” Steadfastly holding my ground. No way in fuckin’ hell am I going to give in to this or to Him. “I’m no cow or any fuckin’ farm animal Sir” I angrily emphasize in a.