Dame Belinda was close to coming. With a desperate, pained look on her face, she sucked in a deep breath and held it, bringing her legs up around Ros...’s head, locking her in position with rock hard calves. She let out a cry as her pelvis jumped. Once, twice, three times. Rose opened her eyes wide with surprise, making a panicked, muffled noise and pawing at the woman’s iron thighs. Dame Belinda grabbed her hair, pulling her in – using hands and legs to keep her trapped in place. She locked. "Hmmmm....is that what you saw? You big black stud. I bet you have a big black dick, don't you?" I was only making my pussy hotter and hotter. My mind was racing. A thousand thoughts running through my mind. I had never touched a horses dick. I look at that stuff on the computer all the time, but never had the chance to feel one in person. I went over to the empty stall, and went back inside, closing the gate behind me. I pulled the bale of hay over so I could sit facing the big black stud next. Jake’s tongue slid out, seeking the warm honey that he was craving, reaching the moist folds of her aching pussy. He flicked his tongue against her throbbing clit, sensitive from years of neglect. Rosalind’s hands shot down between her legs, finding Jake’s head, entangling his dark tousled hair. Rosalind writhed with extreme pleasure as Jake flattened his tongue against her crevice, lapping up her juices. Rosalind bucked her hips against Jake’s face, her body stiffened as her climax overcame. You feel it close around you but not too tight just firm. Still you have nosense of the person who is doing this to you. It is like a disembodied voice,almost supernatural it seems. You can smell the new leather over your scentand you swallow feeling the caress of the restraining band as you do so. ?It suits you Fiona. Now slip the jacket from your shoulders, let it slipto the floor.? You slip the jacket off your shoulders as instructed and shiver as it falls,the gentle breeze cutting through.