Perhaps he intended to hide up there untilhe could arrange a way out of the country." Actually it might have just been about revenge," I said. Sharpe...ooked puzzled. "He recognised me - that is, Martha - last Wednesdaywhen I went to clean for his mother. He probably guessed thatsomething I took from there led to you finding out about his storageunits." Ah, I see," she said. "I suppose that would explain it." She pausedto think it through. "Anyway," she resumed, "We're fingerprinting allthe. He looked around and as hiseyes adjusted to the darkness it was clear that he was in his ownbedroom. He looked beside him and sure enough his wife Emily was soundasleep seemly undisturbed. Stephen quietly got out of bed and went intothe bathroom to wash his face.Once inside he closed the door and put the light on. He then gripped theedges of the sink. What had just happened? Had it really all happened orwas it just a dream? There was no way that they could have moved himwithout disturbing Emily. Now it was time to put it in his tight butt.I decided to make it interesting and grabbed my ball of yarn. I cut two lengths of the colorful string and tied both of his front hooves to my bed post so he would not be able to get away.“Are you ready for this?” I asked him. I got no response, but his silence said it all. I positioned my body over him, my penis already hard again at the thought of putting it inside Bambi. I knew it would be easier with a little lube, so I spit three times into his. I played in her sloppy bleeding cunt for only a couple of minutes and diddled her hard clit briefly before she rolled onto her back. She said (words I'll never forget) "Fuck me now before I change my mind." She carefully peeled her panties from her legs as I got up on my knees. As she deliberately put the panties aside so as not to make a mess I climbed between her wide spread legs. I leaned down and kissed her and she flicked my cock against her button and then put my little head at her.