I know that there will be pain. That this will leave me sore. Even so, I bend across the horse, trusting Gaspazha to take care of me.She unlocks the p...dlock that holds my wrists to my belt, takes it off and methodically straps me on to the spanking horse. And, I lay there, my belly against the cool leather of the horse, and allow her to do it. Without protest. Am I just becoming chronically obedient or trusting or secretly looking forward to my ordeal? If I am honest the answer is all of them.. "Have they hit some sort of saturation point?" she wondered aloud to her husband one evening. "I mean, up to now their learning curve has been so steep it was almost a vertical line. Have we started to overload them?" I suppose even the collective, powerful though it may seem, could have its limits," Igwanda replied. "Or it may be that they are simply plateauing. In us humans I have found that learning tends to take place in bursts rather than a steady progression. When I first was training. She arrived home around the same time, called for Matt and once she thought he wasn’t home headed upstairs to change. She was in one of her blue business suits that was purposely cut a little too low and the skirt a little too short. She loved the extra attention at work because she didn’t get a lot from her always absent husband. At first Matt decided he was going to close his eyes the whole time but quickly realized he would have to watch him mom the whole time or else he wouldn’t get any. Sensing her orgasm was near, I increased the speed of my licking, my tongue now licking quickly too and fro over her clit and my fingers gliding in and out of her now overflowing pussy. She panted hard and screamed as an orgasm ripped it’s way through her body – her hips bucked and her whole body quivered under my head. I kept my motions going for what seemed like an eternity while she writhed and twisted to the orgasm.My face was soaked in her cum. It tasted so sweet, so good. My cock seemed.