It's not that I needed to have a sex slave per se. But I'd gotten addicted to the power rush of manipulating the strong, older woman like putty in my ...ands. Doing so fed the selfish desires I kept bottled away, but did so in a controlled environment with someone that I knew could handle it.Kim, on the other hand, was very fragile. If you asked me, she wasn't a submissive so much as she was an innocent who just didn't know any better. The girl was the same age as me, but she'd had far less life. I had a girl friend but I never actually thought of having sex with her, but as I soon would learn, she had thought about it a lot, while I had not.My parents owned a ranch in southern Illinois and we owned 1 male pony 1 stallion and a mare. My parents were visiting my aunt Helen in California and I was there to baby sit my little sister who was 13. I must admit that she was very good looking for a 13 year old. About 5 feet tall, a nice round ass, and large A cups possibly B. It was Friday. ”“Why are you telling me this?”“Because it’s calming you down. By the way, my driver looks a bit unusual as well, do try to not spaz out the way you did about Jones.”A limo exited the parking garage across the street and pulled up in front of them. The vehicle looked more like a European supercar someone stretched and made into a limousine. Trying to be a gentleman, Ren stepped forward to open the door for the woman, only to discover there was no handle. A moment later the car door shifted out. She still had plenty of room to move her hind quarters away from me.Alone with a big, beautiful mare, free to make love to her as I pleased without fear of interruption, my excitement grew as I stroked her neck. I moved my hand up under her gorgeous mane and rubbed deeply as she looked patiently at me, though she seemed a little restless. I began stroking her back and flanks, slowly making my way towards her rear, until I had my hand on her glossy smooth rump, pressing a little. At this point.