”“So your wife . . . she doesn’t mind you bringing people down here . . . fucking them?”“No, She doesn’t mind. In fact, she does as well, ...ometimes we even share.”“I see . . . and is it always girls like me, I mean, is that your thing?”“You might say that, but every one of them is unique in their own way. No two girls are the same.”She looked over in his direction without looking directly at him and asked, “Do any of them call you Daddy?”He smiled. “No, you’d be the first.”Still not convinced,. I instructed her to undress, completely. She faced me a stared straight into my eyes as she pulled her top slowly over her head. She unfastened her bra and let it fall off her shoulders and then to the floor. She was staring at my eyes, but I kept glancing to her nubile body. She removed her sandals and then slowly pulled down her jeans, stepping out of them. I eagerly awaited the final piece of clothing. Sensing my anticipation, I think she took her time, pulling the panties down ever so. I give her the whip because it excites us both, but I would never injure her. She does what I want because she loves me and wants so badly to please me." And you give her to horses." ... Yes. There is great pleasure for us both. She has pain, yes, but the pleasure of the size and magnitude of the stallion soon overwhelms it, and she revels in how completely she is filled and how she pleases the stallion. Neither she nor any stallion which has mounted her, has failed to orgasm. As his seed fills. He started slowly, “I have a confession to make, but I need to preface it with some personal background.“My father and grandfather were both what you might call ‘real men’ outside the Circle’s gates.” He thumped his chest. “They had to be the best at what they tried, and they were the dominant ones in their families. Their wives, including my mother, were the ‘little lady’, and like all the family women they were subservient and submissive to the macho men. As far as single women when you were.