‘What does he want? Did he want to help me? And why leave the card like that? It’s like he wants me to know it was him... ‘... ‘Master, why di...n’t you close the door after leaving the card? She’ll realize it was you. ‘‘That’s exactly what I want. It’s just a little test. If she can’t figure it was me, then she’s not as smart as I think she is. Now, let’s see what she will do.’‘But can she afford Thorny Rose’s service?’‘I don’t know, but from what I hear, even if she can’t, she doesn’t have a. The far more embarrassing issue was my utter lack of experience with horses. Yes I know the stories would have me working for free at the closest stables etc etc, but the simple truth is that this all started because I read a certain story and not because of childhood dreams of horses. At the time my attention was on the process, the mechanics of how it could be done and on building my pseudo stallion. BUT. Before I could even begin to think about belly riding a real live stallion, I had best. She was very excited.What she then said I did not entirely understand. She repeated herself, over and over, saying in a husky voice that it was her first time and that she enjoyed it. She lay beside me and embraced me and I hugged her back. I had always loved her, and now she did something that gave me so much pleasure. Later I could only remember in amazement that my first orgasm occurred in the mouth of my sister. We snuggled for a long time; I dozed a while, off and on.Later, when I was more. They're getting sore as holy shit!" Ohhh, you poor darling," she said sadly. "I've teased you too long. I've given you lover's nuts."Gerta slipped down to her elbows, her ass pointed at a steep angle toward his dripping twelve-inch cock. She reached behind her and grasped his leaking cock-knob and guided it into her sweltering fuck-slot."Go ahead, Frankie, fuck it! Give me all you've got, balls and all!"Frankie pushed upward, sliding his swollen twelve inches into Gerta's wet pussy.Gerta gasped.