Mrs. Dearest-Thumpsdale often mused on the tales of her own Mummy when aleather harness maker could be visited and a choice piece of leatherordered to...be made for a recalcitrant son or daughter. Some were evensaid to have a bench at the back of the store where a young boy'suncovered bottom could be positioned over a specially made spanking benchand left there as the Mother or Aunt went shopping.The harness maker could then study the bared backside of the miscreant tohelp choose the finest piece. "Thinking for several seconds, Enrique smiled. "As your country men would say, I'll tell you what I'm going to do." Jake smiled at the salesman's comment. "I will take your horse in trade for the Black. In addition, I will take one of those fine pistols of yours and $200. You may pay the $200 at your connivance."Jake started to object but just then the horse pushed its head into Jake's hands, wanting him to continue scratching its forehead. Whispering into the big black's ears, Jake asked, "You. Not bothering to close the door at all, he dropped his clothes in a pile and stepped naked into the shower stall. He glanced over his shoulder to see the girl shyly smiling as she sipped her hot chocolate with her eyes looking at his muscular body and almost fully erect penis."Um, this hot chocolate is really yummy Mr. W. Probably the best I've ever tasted," she continued drinking it as she spoke. "Is there more?" she asked."Yes, in the pan there on the burner. Help yourself," he smiled to. It might take that long before I felt like myself again. I threw myself into the work routine. It seemed the easiest way to get through the days. Even depressed I didn't want to lie in bed and cry, I wanted to get into some kind of shit. Good or bad didn't matter, just something to break the grind of depression. Depression beats me down; I needed to get my mind off me, and onto something else."What do we have going on around here that isn't boring as hell?" I asked out loud."Well you have the.