So endeth the facts of life. By then I was now riding and as any girl will tell you who mounts a horse, your cunt will ache for months. Beth commented...that Jockeys love to get the girls after six months, as their cunts are like the Bank of Scotland, hard to break into, and like when your caught, they have a grip like Scotland yard. Beth’s s*******nth was celebrated with the top boy in the stables, when I say boy, I am being literal, he was an old jockey, now into his forties, and hung like a. "She widened her eyes. "Are you going to broaden my horizons tonight?" The note of eagerness in her voice was unmistakeable."Hush, little slave girl! Your mission at present is to remember your lessons on pleasuring a dick. The quiz begins now!"As I approached her, cock first, she opened her mouth, draping her tongue over her lower lip. I settled the crown upon her tongue, and enjoyed her efforts to convince me that the only place for my tool, was buried in her esophagus. Her argument was. Her hands strayed down and she started washing her herself. As she spread her lips, I got a glimpse of the dark, moist, pink flesh within. I licked my lips hungrily.Then I noticed that she was taking longer and longer to wash herself and it soon dawned on me that she was, in fact, masturbating. I couldn’t believe it! My whole body shook as I realised what she was doing, and I nearly lost my balance. The door swung open slightly and I panicked, but I managed to get a grip on myself and push the. When she wasn’t working in the Mess, she became his self-appointed assistant – bringing meals to his office, or to the flight line - she had an uncanny ability to find him anywhere on the sprawling base. She’d take his clothes to the laundry, run errands, or gladly do any of the dozens of things that saved him time.She seemed to have only two speeds, full on and stop. He marveled how she could keep it up in the constant, equatorial 90-plus degree heat. One time he’d mentioned that he needed a.