The last thing I felt was that organ slithering out of me." Gosh," Helen had said. "It sounds better than with the pony." Pony? You have a pony?" She ...ad wanted to know.Helen, of course, had told her everything then. She had been eager to know if we still had it, and where she might be able to get one for herself.Before long they had brought the pony in from the yard and were getting undressed. Mary had been dying to try it since being told. Mary's story had left me exhausted and I had begged. Maybe a lot more than me. I conform to my position. I like it, but I understand its cruelty and believe it or not I get bothered from time to time.What am I saying? You know. You know my weakness. You are my weakness. I may have cried before, invisibly when my father died or holding back bravely when my body got battered and torn, but never in a woman's presence until you came along. It felt good. You felt good. Despite my cruelty, and you know it was only that desperate act of threatening Joe. “There is always risk in every aspect of life. Not just from the Voguel, but in random everyday occurrences that could injure us or claim our lives. I am sure that growing up in Fardun, you witnessed people severely injured or killed by seemingly random accidents.”I thought back and agreed that I had seen many of those instances, especially around the logging camp. Many people ended up injured, or the occasional death occurred, due mostly to either someone’s inexperience or faulty equipment. You will be my first. Be gentle, Jim.”I gently wedged my slick swollen glans against her rosebud and pushed it into her. It closed up around the base of my glans as I slowly pushed deeper into her bowels.She gasped, “Yes, Jim. Do it, Baby. Fuck my ass.”I began a slow in and out motion in her ass. She reached down and began fingering her pussy.“Jim, I haven’t washed you out of me. I’ve still got nearly all of the two loads you left in me last night deep inside me.”I knew as close to orgasm as I.