The name didn’t really fit, since Buttercup was as black as night, but Vanessa had dreamed of having a horse named ‘Buttercup’ since she was a s...all child. So, quite simply, that was the only name the horse could have. Buttercup was lead gently from his stall. The horse actually gleamed! It had been a long time since she had ridden him. She was actually looking forward to it so much that she decided she could bide her time with the stable beast. Attractive as he was-physically-he was still just. All I could concentrate on was the new (it wasn't there last night) brass padlock secured into my erection. I must share some facts with my readers at this point. Several years ago I dated a young lady in California and I agreed to become her kind of student slave. She needed to practice her Dominant tendencies and I was more than willing to teach her what I knew just for the fun of submitting to her. Anyway, one weekend at Venice Beach we wandered into a piercing shop where she announced to. They stayed in that position for a short while, feeling each other’s warmth and closeness.“Whats up, honey?” Jessie finally asked him as she was cradled in his strong arms.“Nothing… Just wanted to see you.” Carl kissed lightly her on the neck.She let out a cute giggle. “Really?”“Yeah, really.”“Liar. You’re hard as rock.” A playful smirk left her smiling lips.It was true that together with the daydream of a fantasy and his staring at her body just a few moments ago, a large bulge of a tent had. " I cannot," I said, "I must not. The madam forbids it. You should leave right now." But why?" the girl asked, sitting down beside me. Our legs touched. She smelled wonderful, and my unruly root stirred. I had served a number of the girls on my sturdy cot and was certainly ready to enjoy this sweet morsel for the rest of that evening."I'm not sure. You must ask her." I tried to put my mind on other things."But my problem is very private. A person her age might not understand."I put my hand on.