I could imagine his eyes on my rolling, naked bottom... the strap at the ready, in case the pace became inaccurate.One circuit...Two circuits...He see...ed satisfied.The tight rein was eased somewhat and I could lower my head a little.„Now... trot...“ came the order.Thwack! Thwack!Left and right... stinging and burning...I half stumbled at the pain ... quickly recovered and went into the rhythmic, knee-raising stride demanded. My breasts bounced... and my bottom rolled... more. He reached pulled my hair back hard, lifting me up, and pushed his fingers deep in my mouth. They reached all the way into my throat, and I bagan gagging and coughing up saliva. He then took his fingers out leaving me coughing. He kept fucking me deep, but slowly, reaching deep inside of me. Then I felt one of his fingers creep inside my ass. He pushed it in hard, and it hurt to be opened up like that. He had big hands and thick fingers, and it did not feel good at all. He pulled his dick out,. The epitome of a pencil necked geek he was tall and skinny with a large Adam’s apple. Lester grew up as the only child of two college professors—both eggheads—who were avid spelunkers (cave explorers). On summer vacations his parents took him caving from which he got the bug at an early age. What attracted him most about caving was his fixation on bats. At the age of eleven he became fascinated with them, began studying them in their environment and reading everything he could find on them. By. I told her I was still running and playing sports. Jennie had this proposal for me. “Sammie,” she said, “I know this old coot that lives in Fountain Hills, real rich and real eccentric.” I thought, Oh no, here it comes, prostitution. She went on to explain how she met this old guy at a fundraiser a few months ago. She said he was a total gentleman but had an odd request that made her think of me right away. The old gentleman wanted a so-called pretty couple, a man and a woman, to engage in.