Brena studied the saddle for a second then slipped her left foot into the stirrup. She was able to climb up without difficulty, but as she tried to se...tle her feet in the stirrups, she found they were too long. This prevented her from rising up a bit to take the bounce of the horse on her knees. “You can fix that later,” Mira had seen the problem. “Just hang on and follow me for now girl.” Mira clucked at her brown horse and snapped the reins lightly. With a snort, the horse started down the. He reached out but she pulled back, “Why don’t you get into something more comfortable first,” she sweetly told him. He quickly headed for the bedroom removed his cloths, stopping in the bathroom he put a little of the cream on his finger. He thought about using the stuff to keep him hard but decided it could wait till later. Returning to the family room Cindy was still swaying to the music as he walked over to her and felt her pussy. Of course feeling it wasn’t all he was doing he made sure to. She grabbed my hand and started walking toward the back of the bar. I knew I was about to get an earful. When we got to where it was quiet enough to talk I thought she'd stop but she kept walking me further into the back of the building until we came to the bathroom door. She looked around and went in, pulling me in with her. The bathrooms in this bar were private, single use facilities with locking doors. Once inside she kept walking toward the sink and I locked the door, figuring we would. "He did that too, with a tomahawk, to show what it was like. Held it right on the table there." She sniffed and sat up very straight. "But I would not tell them or do what they want." What do they want?" Foster asked, sounding confused."The money, of course," she sighed, "and they want me to live up there, in my own bedroom, with my own clothes, and swive them, be their harlot, whore, mistress, whatever you'd call it. To do it willingly." She tugged at her iron collar, rotating the joint from.