There was a muffled conversation coming from behind a door. As it got slightly louder, the Gunny took his cue. Standing behind the chair he'd claimed ...or his own, the door opened and four men entered. Lawyer, Lawyer number two, Banker, and Executive. Executive is the one who I'll work for. Deb had described the types he'd meet, and so far she was one-hundred-percent on the money.The men crossed the room to shake his hand, another small victory Deb had coached him on, and the Gunny opened the. You want her on her knees so you can slide your dick down her throat. You want to bury your face between her legs. You want to bend her over the side of your bed and take her fast and rough, watching her ample ass ripple as you drive into her over and over and over, but you no longer have the tools to do so. This woman is you.You're breathing heavily now. An aching, throbbing sensation has been building in the space once filled by your cock. Your knees are weak and you are so hot. Sweat. Nearly, but not quite. And when he came back, he stood close and grabbed my lotion bottle. “Don't want to ash up,” he said. By the time he was done, we were both sporting substantial wood. And neither of us bothered to hide our stares. That was the routine for the next couple evenings. Class, work, play, shower, teasing. And while I was probably winning on points in the pushing-things-along department, it was Sam that initiated the touching. I'd just finished my routine, lotioning up about. . !! We were wife, stallion and wife.No, I didn’t consider Spirit my husband, that would be ridiculous. Beside which I detest people who try to impose human emotions and thoughts onto animals. Have some respect. Spirit shows me he loves me, he does things entirely of his own accord that demonstrate that love. That he accepts me hanging beneath him with his cock inside me is only a small part of it. He is a big powerful stallion, yet he responds to my touch, my voice, allows me to guide him.