I didn't like it at all. The equipment would be dirty and make the birth a circus. Plus some other man would be seeing her mostly naked. She explained...why it was important to her. And that the only equipment actually in the birthing room would be a mic. They only needed a cordless mic and transmitter. It would send a signal to the On the Road van parked outside. The van would send the signal to the station or would record the event. The technician would be outside the room with the transmitter,. The couple was into quite a number of fetishes and roleplays and I enjoyed reading the list they sent which included one they wanted me to be a part of too. It was supposed to be a cuckold/ exhibitionist fantasy that involved me dominating both of them. I wasn’t bi curious in any manner and although I was extremely excited to be asked to fuck a married lady, I let them know of the same, to which their reply was that the husband wanted to just watch me dominating his wife and that me and his. How would I like it done to me? Lord knows what happened next, because Ifell asleep. I knew as I nodded off that she'd drugged the drink.Bugger. I hoped that I didn't wake up mutilated, that is, if I was goingto wake up at all. After all, I was getting to know that she was crazy,and I wondered if my bollocks were going to have a bit of an altercationwith a sharp-bladed knife.Well, I did wake up. I woke up in her bed, or rather came to. I hadn'tbeen mutilated, as such, but I wasn't myself. In. This was just concern for her horse. “I think he will be doing just fine now, ma’am.”“Other Vets weren’t so successful. What did this one recommend doing?”“Well, he needs to be separated from the mares when they are in their heat cycle. We’ve moved him to the furthest stall on the other side of the isle from the mares.”Helen was surprised by her next comment, “I guess a female in need is too much for any male, is that right, Helen?”“I suppose, ma’am. I’m really not that experienced.”“What else.