" Whatever," the Duke asked of him levelly, "did you do to anger Hell so?" I escaped, and I've survived every attempt upon my person, Your Grace. I'd ...ay its an affront to them, an insult they cannot allow to pass," McAllister answered, lightly.The Duke laughed from his horse beside McAllister. "That's probably justification enough."It was reasonable to suspect ambush and forces arrayed upon the approaches to Saint-Raphael. What McAllister didn't know was how strong or how cleverly disguised. "Thatjacket is almost yours, Barry. But we can't keep calling you that. Youneed a femme name. How about something simple like... Berry? Now youlet my sisters here do their thing while I get into my own glamourousgoodies. Don't worry, I'll be right down at the end of the row. Justholler if there's any problems." He giggled foolishly as he finishedopening my shirt and pulling it out of my pants.I watched as he sauntered off to vanish beyond a shower curtain that washung on a horizontal. ” “I am so glad I can please you.” She grunted turning her head so she could look at me with her red eyes. I sighed and picked up my feet and watched as she stood up gazing into my eyes. “You…please I am begging you.” she moaned falling forward on top of me; I caught her and held her at arms length. I sighed as if admitting defeat and giving into her. “What is it you want?” I asked coyly. “You.” She gasped. “What part of me?” “Everything.” She breathed trying to get closer to me. Ingrid was doing her best to keep pace withhim. As his cock exploded a stream of semen into Ingrid,she screamed out her pleasure as her body startingconvulsing with repeated orgasms.On Saturday afternoon Eric decided to have Ingrid andBeth pull the double ponycart. Ingrid’s hands were tiedbehind her back, while the rings of Beth’s hoof-gloveswere clipped together behind her. The single shaft ofthe ponycart was clipped to the right ring on Ingrid’sbustier and to the left ring.