She hopped off Rainbow, my sister's horse, with nimble ease, landing lightly in a crouch. Her tawny tail swayed back and forth. She sprang to Kora rid...ng my stallion Midnight, attacking the robes binding her to the saddle. “It'll be okay, Mistress.”“Are we safe?” Kora mumbled.“We're safe,” I told her. “It's time for you to heal yourself. Isn't that great, sister dear?”“Yes, brother mine,” she said. She tried to climb off her horse. Her pink robes tangled between her leg and the stirrup,. .all this time i still cannot see anything, heightening my senses…his cock pounding into me deeper and deeper the dildo filling my ass, his cock filling my pussy, wet panties gagging me…he spits on my face and tells me what a bad slut i am…..i start to cum like nothing ive ever felt before…..my legs shaking..moaning…breathing so heavy…….i feel my juices start to erupt from my pussy this excites him more and more till he is moaning too, cumming in me…telling me i am a beautiful whore, he is not. I mumbled of course? She asked are you sexually attracted to me. I said- Yes, but I am not sure if we should do this? She said I am, and firmly grasped my hand and led me into the bedroom. Once in the bedroom, she untied the satin belt on her robe and let the belt and the robe fall to the floor.My estimation of her at the gym had definitely been correct, she was perfect. She walked provocatively toward me and said in a sultry, low growl, Let’s get these clothes off of you. She slowly pulled my. There could be no doubt where things were headed after her verbal prompt and she generally followed the lead of her spouse with instant obedience and an attitude that aided and abetted his every intent. In a way, she was much more suited to a “make me take it” feminine response pattern than keeping up a pretense of denial when every pore in her body demanded the touch of masculine control.Sir William was a man that had traveled “around the world” in the arena of sexual matters and he was swift.