“I need a horse and saddle,” I said when we walked into the stable.“Good day to you, Miss Lewis. A horse, you say?” he was quickly contemplati...g how much he could earn from us. “Well now, I’ve a nice gentle nag that I could part with, I suppose. Let me see.” I felt Miranda breathe a sigh of relief at the words ‘gentle nag.’“That won’t do. I need a fast horse.”“Miss Lewis, a horse is not fast if you cannot ride it.”“Ah. You have one.”“Well, yes. But he is scarcely broke and certainly not. They are turning me cautiously on my left side. It hurts like hell. I hear the same sound again. A moment later, I am turned on my back and wheeled out.People are scurrying about. They are talking. I can make out at least three different voices but can't make sense of the conversation. For them, I am an object. My personality is not important. They are working on me, trying to fix me. I am thankful. No one is going to hurt me anymore. In this moment, I feel my left foot being lifted. Someone's. She was so overcome with the blatant sexuality of the moment that as soon as her finger stroked her clit again, her own orgasm erupted.Abby’s muffled groan of pleasure reverberated around Davey’s spurting cock as aunt and nephew came together. Pussy juice poured from her convulsing cunt and covered her invading fingers as a powerful orgasm ripped through her groin. At the same time she could feel the contractions in Davey’s prick began to ease, and she took his twitching organ from her mouth. He squeezed my boobs and then quickly pulled down the bra. My nipples were erect already as he sucked on them. I moved my fingers in his hair as I was thoroughly enjoying this. I quickly undid my bra and threw it on the chair. I pulled my dress down all the way.He still continued to suck on my nipples. Now I was standing in front of him in just my thong. I pulled him up to me and kissed him as I unbuckled his pants with one hand. His dick was hard already. I pulled his pants down, and I could.