Bree smiled, knowing she was right. Deep down Ms. Parker was a submissive. She just didn't know it yet. She told her so. "Maggie, you may not know it ...et, but you are submissive. You are desperately clinging to this facade of power, this image of propriety, and all the while your pussy is wet." Bree snapped her fingers at Abby and the young submissive moved and knelt on her knees, between Bree's legs.Ms. Parker was an emotional mess; she was furious, her anger simmering just below the surface,. She took off her robe, andslipped out of her nightgown. She stood at the full length mirror, herauburn hair showing a touch of grey at thirty-nine. "Crow's feet, laughlines, but I have the best tits money could buy," she thought. She felther boobs, the weight of them. After all these years she marveled atthem. Her hands slid down her tummy to her pookie. She gasped as shetouched this last vestige of her former life, her subjugatedmasculinity. Ann was not a woman, and therefore refused to. "And you thought Brisbane because it's close to the wet tropics. You know there are Popilius along the Darling." Really?" There's a bloke in Canberra who's interested in them. But you might want to look at UNSW. They've got CERIT there." CERIT?" Centre for Entomological Research and Insecticide Technology." I'm not sure I like the sound of 'Insecticide Technology'." They've got a web site. Look them up. Let's talk on Thursday or Friday about possibilities for you." That's really good of you." I. She was growing excited, really excited just standing there and pressing her cunt against the horse's front legs. Every move he made sent ripples of joy through her pussy. Looking over Tundra's neck, she saw Kathy rubbing her tits against the animal's side. There was the same mask of pure sexual joy at doing this with the stallion. Horse hair brushed teasingly over Marcie's cunt mound and her clit. The young girl sighed heavily, leaning against the horse and rubbing her hands in broadening.