It must be some sort of comfort food for them.I stood for several minutes, watching Cassie talk to the horses. My wife and I never had horses, but I w...uld watch her with the cats sometimes. She had spoken to them like they were her babies. That’s how Cassie talked to Strawberry, the roan mare that I had rescued.She stood there, touching the horse’s shoulder and rubbing her face, speaking into her ear. I couldn’t hear everything, but I caught the odd “pretty girl” and “good horsie.” Strawberry. She looked back at me, and smiled.“What a sweetheart, you are gonna let me have the bed?” she pondered.“Yes, unless you think it's unnecessary,” I let her know.Then she gave me a tight hug.“You have a big bed in there, we can both sleep on it. It's not weird to sleep next to me, is it?” she pondered.“No, not at all,” I replied nervously.I was nerve wrecked, but turned on too, because she wanted to sleep with me.“Well, I just gotta brush my teeth, and I'll be in there,” she let me know.“OK. She shared her hotel room details where she was saying in Mumbai. It was planned that we will spend an entire day after the marriage date. Finally, the day arrived and I left home early morning in full excitement. The excitement was because this time I had to compete with someone and win this chance.The previous time was luck, but this time was a victory of a battle. I took some chocolates as almost every woman in the world love chocolates, flavored condoms and went to the hotel. I told the. In the meantime, Siobhan and I took to sneaking around the grounds to espy on the groundsmen and their methods of finding release. We were fascinated to find that all the maids and cooks were wont to allow the men to use them for their intimate pleasures. It developed that the ladies all would spend time, as if on a schedule, naked in the bunkhouse, and we were astonished to find that this was not considered a job or punishment but was eagerly looked forward to. On a separate occasion I.