And then my heart lifted. They decided that I was to be allowed to cum. But first I was to be plugged. Marie was left to release me from the cross and...take me over to the horse. She led me there by the chain and I had to scurry after her to stop the clamps pulling at my nipples.I was told to bend over the horse and Mistress made sure that the weight was loose. Sometimes, I manage to trap it under my body which takes the weight off the chain and eases the pinch of the clamps, but not this time.. Not only was it erotic oiling her up, running my slick hands over her back and thighs, but doing it in public and doing it to an audience was a real kicker. Finishing her back, I told her to roll over and sit up so I could get her front. She looked at me curiously but did so. I then had her lean back on her elbows, which pushed her breasts up and out for all to see as I spread the oil over them. She quickly became aware that she had an audience and lay down. Blushing, she pulled her hat over. He left me a note. "Sylvia, I had to go. You scare me. I think you are crazy."I was so pissed. No boy, none not ever, had done me this way. I was the one who was supposed to be running this thing, making Donnie do what I wanted him to do. If I get to the point in sex where I get my fucking diaphragm up me, I'm ready for sex, I really am. I had been teasing him for two hours, but I was also teasing myself. I guess it's strange to be all cock-hungry, but at that point in the afternoon, I wanted. He leaned over to kiss her cheek. When he did, she stood up and glared down at him with that piercing blue-eyed glare that shot daggers, her normally kissable mouth turned down in a scowl.

”Your bloody office party? You’re joking right?” she almost screamed it. “Our wedding anniversary! You idiot! How in hell did you manage to forget our fifth, fifth, wedding anniversary?”

All he could do was wince and stare at her. Her big blue eyes were giving him a death stare the like of which he had.