He was already hard from watching the ordeal, and he soon mounted Lisa before she could regain ger senses. She tried feebly to move, but was only kno...ked forward again by the force of the horses cock ad he thrust forward, the cum from the previous horse easing the way inside. He was bigger than the first horse, and Lisa's pussy stretched tight around him. He thrust again, almost splitting her apart. Aaaaaaaaaaaaayyyyyyyyyeeeeeeee, Lisa cried out , her eyes, filled with tears. He thrusted. About forty-five minutes later we arrived. We parked in a parking garage and Peter and I walked to the club. It was a pretty upscale place. My stepfather took me into back and knocked on a door. Knock, Knock “Come in, the door is open.” “Sal, how are you? This is my friend Ellen.” Sal was a tall man, perhaps 6’5” and weighed about two hundred and thirty pounds. He was not terribly attractive, but seemed nice. “Nice to meet you Ellen. Well, Peter explained that you're just dancing tonight. Having made the decision I wrote out a postcard and rode my bike down to the town so that I could put it in the newsagents. One of the cuddly blondes took the card and said she'd put in in the window. I was nearly home when my phone rang. It was a lady, obviously local, the accent remember, and could she come and see me. We agreed a time just after lunch. I started to give directions but she said not to worry she knew where I was. Fine, I continued home and had lunch.At exactly the appointed. It was Adara who started breaking down the clothing taboos. We were sitting on my sleeping mat, she with a notebook in her lap, me sitting against the wall teaching her grammar. Suddenly my curiosity got away from me."Adara, I want to see your hair, I think it must be very pretty like the rest of you."She blushed and kept her eyes down on her book. "That is forbidden, Neek; a woman must stay covered so as not to lead honorable men to impure thoughts." But I'm not a follower of Islam, so my soul.