Finally, I stepped inside the elevator and hurriedly pressed the button for the pool deck. As the doors started to close, I heard the man say "Dammit...Teri, we missed the fucking elevator because you were screwing around back there!" I reached out and hit the open button, hoping to save her from the tongue lashing her husband was giving her. Little did I know the effect that one generous action would have. The doors opened, and standing there with her dick husband, was a smoking hot blonde. ...I cannot wait to see him muster up the strength and energy to fuck one of these girls. He nods in comfirmation that he has got her number. Next in line shows off her skills. So on and so on. Upon intermission of girls sucking him off, we start to experiment with our toys. Sex just fills the air as we girls sixty-nine one another, finger one another, caress and fondle each other as we watch and listen to one by one suck him off. Finally the last girl in line has her moment. We all watch in. Over the two years I frequented that farm I fucked many mares (not all were receptive) and even began filming my escapades.One particular summer weeknight in 1996 I approached the stall of one of my favorite mares, #36. None of the mares had names that I knew of, just number cards around their necks. This mare was large and extremely mellow. From the first time I fucked her, she never moved or put up the slightest fuss. I think by that time I had fucked her about twenty times. This night I had. We got the ones from that rebellious time of life known as “the teenage years.” Our girls were sent to us to spend their remaining senior year until they graduated from school.Once they came to us, they did not leave until they graduated from high school. We had permission to use corporal punishment in a generous fashion. It was a mandate to do so! The courts knew about and approved our punishments. Our girls had not come to us for being angels, of course. They were foul mouthed and girls who.