She seemed to like this idea, but it did not occur to me how I would wind up under her control..we never really discussed that. In my mind, if I give...ontrol freely to a woman, then it is not really the same as if I am tricked or coerced into being controlled. But when we talked that secondtime, our conversation never really got into how control would betransferred from me to her. She was a very solidly-built girl, not petite in the least, although not a giantess either. She was about 5. An establishing shot of a wide street, an industrial district on the edge of a large city. Long car-park/fore-courts, leading back to unexciting, single story industrial units ... Car dealerships, mechanics, etc.A large caption fills the screen, telling us that we are in: “STOKE-ON-TRENT, ENGLAND.”The caption fades as we come to rest on a car rental yard. Signage out front in green and black reads, “Enterprise Rentals”.Several vans, in company colours, are parked on the forecourt – and as we. The whole place was spectacular and obviously catered to the rich folks. I thought we were very lucky to have this opportunity. As for Ginny, she was awestruck. She couldn't get over the size and elegance of this place. She said it was like something out of a movie. She almost expected to see Elizabeth Taylor step out of the barn at any moment. I was really happy that this day had gone so well thus far.Mr. Chevrier gave us what he called the short version of riding instruction. After lending us. No, not at all. They found themselves kissing, neither knew how, it just happened. Suddenly each had an overwhelming desire to touch and be touched by hands that appreciated smoothness and texture. They joined in ripping his clothes off, and then ran fingers and hands over each other, growing more excited with every second they explored. In his mind, all he could feel was smoothness, more perfect than any wood he had ever touched. In her mind she felt the surfaces of oak, and walnut and ebony..