" I walked in and he shut the door behind me. I didn't know what to say! I looked around for James, he wasn't there. Tyrone said, "James will be right...back." I nervously stood there not knowing what to say or do. Tyrone just looked at me not saying anything either.I started to say something. Tyrone said, "Shut up." His hands were on the utility belt he was wearing that held his gun and other things a policeman uses.We both heard a key in the door and James walked in. He said, "I see you two. We want everyone to enjoy the joke.” I told her, “You’d better get on your horse, or Aunt Juanita and Uncle Shorty will think you don’t like their gift!” I helped her mount, knowing she might still be stiff from her last beating. She looked gorgeous seated in the black dual-purpose stock and parade saddle. “The stirrups have quick changes on them, if you aren’t comfortable?” She stood in them, and I could see they were adjusted to Aunt Juanita’s setting and close to perfect for Angel. “Jim. Her soft wisps of hair were d****d around my face and neck now, and she smiled as I squeezed her arse cheeks. "Do you like my arse?" she asked devilishly, knowing full well what the answer was. "God yes," I answered. She leaned down to my ear and whispered, "Do you want to get behind me?"I let my actions speak for themselves, lifting us both up so I was sitting up with her kneeling over me, my cock still buried inside her. She squeezed me tight between her legs again for moment as I kissed her. It became obvious from early days that he was a bit of a letch and a bit of a flirt. Almost from the day we moved in he began leering at me and this quickly progressed to him pawing and fondling me at every opportunity. On the occasions I saw him out and about he would always stop and chat. I always got the impression he was ogling me, and his eyes often seemed more interested in my cleavage rather than talking to my face.I had mentioned this to Mike and he said I was probably imagining it, but.