Maddy gave me the memory card and DVD she asked if they could have a copy for their own personal collection I agreed but told them it was just for the... to which she agreed.A few weeks passed I had to hide my film but often watched it and played with myself watching me been cum inside Mike was the only man I had fucked apart from Paul in a long time I had mixed feelings but I did enjoy it.The following week I was at Maddys for our weekly glass of wine and catch up she asked about Paul I told her. . . but were doing things that my trainer and I weren’t. “We reward our stallions after good performances,” she answered, writing on her clipboard. Sure enough, the males were lying down upon the infield grass. Their trainers, now stripped nude, were either massaging or even straddling and fucking their men, bouncing up and down on them. “Was my performance not good enough then?” I asked, looking at all the erotic action. “You were fine,” my trainer replied, still looking at her clipboard,. The following morning it seemed as though breakfast was passing in mutual denial. As though we had never been in a flagrant sex act, that culminated in his engorged cock pumping sperm into my throat.Probably, he was as embarrassed as I and simply wanted it all forgotten. We padded around each other in our dressing gowns getting toast and tea.Then Ben began cheerfully chatting; talking about Ralph, who was his closest college friend?According to Ben, Ralph’s family had a real country manor! But. The rain is coming down hard, just cold enough to make my nipples rock hard. I turn the corner and head towards my car. It's the only one there. As I reach the car, I dig in my purse for my keys. All of a sudden I'm being slammed up against my car."Don't move bitch!"I felt a man's body pushing me hard against my car. I tried to scream but the force of him violently pushing up against the car had knocked all the air out of my lungs. I was terrified. The rain was coming down so hard I couldn't.