Even though she was not wearing spurs, the horse reacted as if she were and began to run. Fortunately for the woman, she was able to get her feet into...the stirrups and grab the reins, even though her hands were still tied. Her horse continued on its way and she let it run until she was clear of her captors; this was when she tried to bring the horse back under control. The horse had been ridden hard that day, so it was ready to slow down. The woman had little trouble regaining control of her. They knew they had to make a decision, even if it was the stubborn refusal of one. But they just didn't know. Chrysaor was familiar this state of utter confusion, and knew the occasion to score a double consent when he saw one."Okay then, the one who says 'not it' gets to be the other's chaperone until graduation." This actually was common knowledge, but Chris liked presenting the granted as a bonus. "You'll need the other for when you're not entirely clear on who you are." Not int..." Training. Soon the quite moans became wild, loud groans. Huge smiles crossed her face as she started to bounce up and down wildly on my cock, the wet slapping of her ass on my legs was mesmerising and rhythmic, the way her small tits shook and jiggled as pelvis met pelvis. I was in heaven as we locked eyes. Her fingers dug into my shoulders as she ground her pussy into the stubble of my pubic hair. Her eyes rolled back in her head and she began to gyrate. She had so many skills for such a young age. I. I grinned at the name she used for me. Janey had shared with Simone as well as Sally had with Nicole."Yes, Simone?" May I enter?" But, of course!"I turned in my chair and caught my breath. Simone, as requested, was clad in Slave clothes. Sally had taken a set of Janey's Slave clothes and modified them to fit the younger girl. I had seen Simone naked before so her lovely assets were no surprise. However, in this charged environment and in that outfit, there was an almost overpowering allure to.