Even more reluctantly, she slowly attempted to pull herself off of my wanton cock. I did not allow this easily at first. She looked at me seriously, b...t passionately, and whispered, " Trust me." I could plainly see the lust and desire in her gaze, so I grudgingly obliged. Betty hesitated for the briefest moment to look me up and down. I looked more than ruggedly handsome to her. I was extremely sexy standing there, naked, wanting her. Before I even noticed that she had hesitated she turned. ”“I don’t know. Doesn’t sound that fun to me.”“What else do you have to do? Come on, it will be fun. Tell you what, you can make a long whip and use it on me, just like a real horse trainer. You know the kind they use. Like a real long stick with a little whip on the end. It isn’t meant to hurt, just get the horse to do things.”“Okay, but I have to modify the bridle. I didn’t put anything on it to attach a lead. I also need to find something to use as a lead and also make the whip. Here, let’s. Mabel had no cleaning duties in Emily’s apartment or in mine, but she might have gotten a few hints from the food and drink loaded from time to time on the dumbwaiter in the kitchen, and then unloaded in Emily’s apartment. Still, if Mabel had any suspicions about Emily’s personal life, she kept them to herself. I didn’t see any sign, from my fellow boarders, of so much as a raised eyebrow.Carl Hedberg, one of the boarders with a room below mine on the second floor, was a fifth-year senior at. " Rodney leaned his mouth close to mine for another kiss and I closed my eyes, accepting his thick wet tongue into my mouth and teasing it with my own.His hand moved a little higher and I murmured my muffled protests, putting my hand on his and moving it back to my knee where it belonged. He wasn't going to force me, I knew that. Rodney was a good boy, but like all boys he wanted to get his fingers into the cookie jar. I could control him though, which had surprised me a little. The few black.