Everyone was really getting into it, andthough most were Kevin's friends I succeeded in turning most of hiswimp-fag-grind taunts into som... big laughs at his expense. The more I managedto get Kevin's friends to laugh at him (right in front of his face) the moreobviously frustrated he became. Just as it seemed he reached his level oftolerance, I quit mocking him and played the nice guy. Kevin calmed down,especially when I appeased him by buying him another pitcher. As his dick grew harder, he let out a frustrated sigh… “You are killing me Julie. I need to be inside of you NOW!!” Of course since I was being the boss for the night, I slapped his upper thigh with my hand, leaving a red whelp, which of course made him even harder, and told him to shut the fuck up, that he was my toy slut for the night and I would let him inside of me when and if I felt like it. I slowly lowered my head an engulfed his dick in my mouth, careful not to touch the sides too much. When I was older I went back to horse riding, at a different place this time, a place that was more ordered and professional (the first place I went to when I was a young teenager didn’t have stables, only corrals, and the tack was old and dusty and kept in two big shipping containers. Not to mention the horses were somewhat underfed, and most of them were old, flea-bitten and tired-looking). There were about thirty horses there all up, most of them purebred, as well as some young colts and. "You'll learn to be a good little girl quick, just like your dad did."She felt the leather of a whip run along her back. "Please, I'll do better. I was just scared."Listening to noe of her cries he demanded that she count the whips and if she missed a count they would go back to the start, a whip for every year she was alive. Howling in pain and bitig her lip through it Sara just barely managed to get out the last numbers.Before she could recover she felt his cock forcing its way in her crotch.