The latex stockings kinda beckoned out to me and so I sat down on my barstool and pulled the first one on; or should I say, tried to pull the first on... on. I don?t know if its because my skin was still cold from stepping in the puddle or what but it was really rough going just getting my right foot into the little latex booty at the base of the stocking. I knew that you could use baby oil to lube up latex clothing to help put it on but I didn?t want to feel quite so greasy and slippery the. Fenton rode the eleven-year old stallion, the two mares in between but returned to ride the older mare Tarfat thereafter for the remainder of his stay. Unlike her late dam, Tarfat was light grey but carried her mother’s looks and especially mirrored her temperament. More than once Fenton’s aunt had said to him, ‘She’s yours- your two are made for one another, take her with you and arrange grazing.’ But Fenton said he’d never do that, knowing Tarfat would never be the horse she was without. I place my hand on the front of my kilt right over my mound and hold it there for a second, then touch my mouth and point to you.“Control, kitten.”I nod to the person behind you again and you feel the fingers pull out of you. The relief I see in your eyes disappears quickly as something much thicker enters your pussy. I watch as his balls bounce against your ass; see the skin of his abdomen press against your cheeks with each thrust; watch him fuck you. I see your breathing getting faster, hear. Jumping up, and turning about, she kicked the ottoman away and faced him. Her rage had finally stripped away all pretense she had of humanity, and her true, demonic, form emerged.She was almost six feet tall, with brick red skin, her lean feminine frame rippling with muscle. Her face twisted in a snarl which showed her sharp, pointed teeth. Her round breasts rode high and compact on her chest, nipples centered in areolae so deep red as to seem black. Straight black hair streamed down her back,.