My informants had advised me that a local blacksmith was a purveyor of the long rifles that were used to such advantage by the Rangers and other woods...en for hunting and in the conflicts of enemies on a battlefield engaged in chaos and the need of the best tools for the job at hand.The blacksmith was a huge bearded man called simply, “Mister Jolly” and it had to be a joke of some nature because he was the ugliest and meanest-looking specimen of manhood that Jack had seen for many a day. The. It began to ache, mytesticles throbbed deep within the scrotal canal from which they haddescended during my adolescence. My wife then stretched in front of me.After a moment, she simply stood there. Then she smiled."I'm going to take a shower." She picked up a small suitcase and headedinto the bathroom. For the next half an hour, I was left, bound to thebed, squirming in my feminine attire. Struggling against the handcuffsthat held my limbs taught, every movement reminding me of the lingerieand. I never meant any of them. I just got carried away with the moment. A weak and stupid woman. Thinking the grass is greener. Forgetting what a wonderful and loving man I had waiting for me at home. Forgetting that nothing Chris could offer me would ever replace what you and I have. Please, please find it in your heart to forgive me.”All through this desperate little speech of hers, Jill’s eyes had been locked laser-like onto mine. Her eyes filled with emotion and using every ounce of energy and. Again Lightning whinnied in his stall, moving around frantically, his body bumping against the rotting wood.‘Now we start, baby.’He dragged her away from the door, away from Lightning to another stall. He was going to fuck her there, take her like some animal. Well, that’s what she was, a rutting, bitching animal. She had let a dog lick her off, and God only knows what she was planning to do in there with the stallion. She had moved her hands down to his balls, had actually.