Her skin was so radiant and soft looking. She too had her blond hair pulled back into a ponytail, exposing her sexy slim neck. She wore a short denim ...kirt and a tank top, and I could clearly tell that she wore no bra either. She moved from the living area where she placed her bag on the floor and made her way to the kitchen. “Where is your corkscrew?” she asked while pulling open drawers. I slowly made my way to the kitchen and stopped right behind her, because she had finally found her what. I could not figure out why she had even placed a bid for a session withme. Unlike all other paying customers Mademoiselle Claudette was nottormenting me. Au contraire! She was filling me with infinite sexual joy.I had never felt like this before. It is no secret that my married sexlife is a disaster. It is no secret that I have never given either of thetwo women with whom I have been any sexual pleasure. My wife reminds meall the time that I am pathetic. My domme mistress calls me. The motion and rhythmic bouncing on the saddle was rubbing my vulva and clitoris. Due to my strict religious upbringing, I had never even masturbated. It felt so good that I tried to push the horse into a faster trot. Suddenly, my first-ever orgasm washed over me, and I said ‘Oh, oh, oh…’ out loud as I leaned forward to catch myself on the saddle horn.Red was about forty feet away and he looked concerned. He asked, “Are you okay, Luci? Do you need my help?”I was still trying to comprehend the. This continued for some months. One day he told me to go with him to the bathroom. I was hesitant initially but then I agreed . When I went with him he closed the door. I was uncomfortable but he told me to calm down.Then he removed his vest . I was scared out of hell. I liked him but this was not done. But to my surprise he just told me to see his 8 pack abs which he just finished making. I was highly relieved. I touched his abs and he hugged me .I too hugged him back.My breaths were very deep.