Astonishing, that woman.” “She definitely is.” He looked at me. “You know your problem?” I laughed. “Yeah, I think so, but I’ll bet you�...�re going to tell me anyway.” He nodded. “I am; your problem is life, my friend.” I could hardly wait; unfortunately, he didn’t keep me in suspense long. “David, old boy, life is like this; you live, and then you die, and in between there’s sunshine and there’s shit – hopefully more of the former, and not too much of the latter. Your problem is that you have so. She slowly moved her finger in and out. Somehow, she managed to slip in a second finger. I could feel the pleasure building up inside of me and I could no longer take it. I grabbed her by her hair and thrust her face down hard into my pussy. She let out a shocked mumbling noise as she pulled out her fingers and wriggled her face as she tried to come up for air. I could feel her whole face touching my damp skin. Her small button nose had pierced its way through my pussy lips and was now sitting. But there are a couple of things. First, you are welcome to stay with us until this whole insurance, last will, and name changing thing is through. No charge.”Deb laughed at that and chugged her first double shot.“Second, we intend to take care of you to the extent that if you ever need anything from me, or Diana, ask and we’ll be there. That doesn’t include living with us ... at least until Di and I have had a real heart to heart. I mean if we do what you ask, you change from Aunt Deb to the. Could I see myself dressed as a pony girl, or is my inclination towards being the rider, whipping my poor pony girl into running faster? That’s an interesting question I need to think about. I had the same dilemma when I visited the dungeon earlier. Would I prefer to be the victim or the tormentor?I’m studying the stalls when music starts playing through a hidden speaker somewhere inside the stables. As before, Brooke is rendered helpless as the music achieves its wicked aims. She staggers.