Ditching my saddle for a mere padding across his muscular back and feeling each individual muscle and sinew work their magic past the thin gossamer of...mere cotton covering my womanhood I felt at one with a b**st that excited me before men. To ride a horse efficiently a girl needs and develops good muscles that men only find out about in bed, when they are held in situ, held against their will, now I know why upper crust girls are given horses for fun.You feel the power of the b**st you control. While bite her lips kept coming out. I removed my boxers and my baniyan. Lifted her up slowly placing her on my hot rod. I made it rub over her pussy lips as she trembled pulling me closer to her chest, I kept on rubbing my dick while my hands were near her bubbly butt,pressing it. The flowing cold water only added more fun. I then slowly pushed my cock into her pussy, she screaming aaaaaaaaaah…..Haaaaaa…. Gasping out fo air, her nails scratching my shoulders, her screams of pain were subsiding. ... and start a farm.She choked back a sob and tightened her grip around her knees. She didn't want to remember him. She'd managed it after he had left, bottling up the stray emotions as if they were a disease. Claude had forbidden her from daydreaming, and the repercussions for failing had been effective.Her fleeting glimpse of the possibility of freedom had shattered that defense as easily as a wall of fog. Every recollection- from the way his hair moved, to the way he moved- seemed to push. You go on to bed. Wear something sexy – I missed you this weekend.”“Oh, Jim, I’m tired. Can’t we do it tomorrow night?”Now Jim was REALLY shocked. They’d managed to override his programming somehow. Another mind probe did further investigating and revealed the full extent of her reprogramming, including her interest in Master PC.“OK, dear. I’m going to the office for a bit to take care of a few things. I’ll be back later.”He kissed Susan, threw on a jacket, and walked out the door, headed for.