So, in the third break, after the owners stopped and left the horses alone, I immediately went to one of the buildings as one of my former colleagues ...ad asked me to take some papers to the other building across the field.I'd intentionally left some papers in the main building, so I handed off the ones I had and returned to my main building. On the way back, I walked among the horses in the field. Everyone still stood around the field.When I got back to the building, I looked around carefully. I was impaled on that thing, and he fucked my mouth like I was an experienced whore. And I loved every erotic, painful minute of it, spit dribbling out form the corners of my mouth, Charlotte spraying her juice all over the floor next to me, so I could smell it every time I breathed in. Then, before I knew it, Jim grabbed me by the hair, hard, and pulled my off his prick. I moaned with complaint, but Charlotte slapped me again. You little fucking whore! You will do as you are told without any. She spread out the towel on the table, turned back, removed her robe, wrapped the other towel around her waist and lay face down, her arms alongside her body. I couldn’t see much, just the side of her big boobs pressed against the table.As I had seen them doing and watched in the videos, I started in the head, and moved downwards to the neck, shoulders, and all her back until the lumbar region, where she had the towel. At that time, she said that it was great and that I had a lot of potential.. Losing track of time. Leaving marks on skin. Creating an entire make-believe world where only the two of you exist and then having to face the crushing reality of falling, alone, from those special moments.What I struggle with more than anything as a mistress is grounding myself. I let myself fly so high when I am with you, dreaming so big. And then reality beats me back down to the ground. So many lonely, heart breaking drives home alone in the wee hours of the morning. Tasting you on my lips.