"Sure," she said and led me down the barn.We went through a few boxes of horses which all looked well-groomed and taken care of, while she explained h...w they were breeding horses for riding, and what a delicate job it was, always trying to find a good match to get to a strong, healthy riding horse. Suddenly, when we opened yet another box, I could hear a loud gasp coming from underneath the horse: "Gaaaaah." A young female head appeared, white gooey liquid running from her mouth down her. "Mmmmmmmm..." Glenna sighed, "you glad to see Glenna, big boy?" she asked facetiously, peering into Brad's lap. His cock couldn't be seen in the frothy water, but she could feel what was there. She was pleased.Brad shrugged. So much for that way out.Glenna worked her hand back and forth rhythmically, masturbating Brad's penis slowly and gently to a strong hard on. She loved talking dirty and showered him with all kinds of lewd and obscene commentary. Her facial expressions showed she meant. I sat up in bed and threw the covers off. In the kitchen, I turned on the coffee maker and sat at the table, having a fresh cup of coffee. I could still hear the saw. I had no idea where it came from, though I knew that it was close. The saw stopped with a sudden, final roar, and I heard a branch hit the ground nearby. I went out to the laundry porch, and I could see a man in the tree in the back yard next door. He was tied to the tree with some kind of rope harness. I’m sort of an. This time, the drum continued past the top of her ass and moved downwards to traverse her back. The pain washed over her as the drum slowly ran its course, dispensing its prescription of painful lashing on her body. By the time the drum moved away, her eyes were filled with tears and her breathing wracked with sobs. The machine didn't give her much time to recover. It yanked her arms back up and over her head. But they didn't stop. Instead, they kept going backwards, bending her knees and.