“You can go on home Judi. This will take a while. I’ll lock up. Have a good weekend.” Taking Randy’s hand, I pulled him to his feet and led h...m towards my examination room. “Randy, I need to get a sample of your prostate fluid. Have you ever had a prostate examination, a prostate massage?” “No. How will you do that?” “I’m going to slip my finger up your ass and massage it. Did you know that your prostate is the equivalent of a girl’s G-spot. Most guys find it very pleasurable and even have. Apollo, only to happy to obey moved up the bed to the desired spot. They started to kiss, he could smell and taste her black lipstick, and the odour of her perfume reached deep into the sexual memories in his mind, his heart began to speed up and the kissing got more passionate, their tongues rolling over one another, pressing against each other in an endless wrestle for oral dominance.Then she pushed Apollo away and looked teasingly into his face, and removed his hand from her arse. He hadn't. She went back to her kitchen and pouredherself a large tumbler of wine. She took the bottle and sat it on her coffee table, and she collapsedon the couch in a near fit of depression. Her thoughts were only about how she could get herselfout of the trap she was now in, but it had to be done so that her reputation would not be ruined.Soon she was finishing her second large glass of wine. Her hand toyed with the small cone that wasattached to her left nipple with super glue and the chain that run. Glad to help, iff’n I can. I take it that you’ll be keeping the black stallion and the roan mare?”“Why, yes? How did you know?” Clint replied with a chuckle.“It was no hard choice. I spied them animals and stepped over to take a gander at them when the hubbub died down out there. Them two are the better of the choices, but I’d change the roan out as soon as I am able. I reckon that one’ll go lame soon enough.”“How do you know?” Clint inquired.“Lift the back leg on the right. Look at the frog..