He was a massively, gorgeous stallion. He was owned by His Highness Sheikh Kadim al-Barizi, Chief Economic Secretary at the embassy of the Emirate of ...uttasa Bhari in Washington, D.C. Brutus Maximus was the royal’s 12 year-old daughter’s horse for dressage.The stallion had provided well worth the investment with him and young Sheikha Alia, having collected first or second place trophies in all five of their competitions. Brutus Maximus was the talk of the stables. There were a number of. I also told her that I was spending the weekends at his place and that she was free to bring whoever she wanted to our room when I wasn't around.That seemed to please her and she soon got into the habit of spending Friday and Saturday nights with a man of her choice. Sometimes she would tell me about her adventures but more often than not her comments were confined to calling her partner an egoistic male chauvinist pig. I gathered that meant he wasn't in the running for a future weekend. I know when I woke up this morning, I had a hard on the cat couldn't scratch."Tyler tries to hide a grin, "What were you dreaming about Van? It must have been pretty realistic with them carrying on in there."Vance blushes deeply, "Umm actually, I was dreaming about Sara getting fucked by some guy with a huge dick while I watched. It was so real, I woke up in a cold sweat and a hard cock in my hand."Vicki, having been listening from the window, thinks, "Damn the little hussy is going to get off. Her pussy was spread wide like never before. As another series of aftershocks coursed through her body Susan’s phone rang. This stopped her in her tracks. But Sean was unmoved. He continued to thrust into her. In fact he rode her harder and faster as she reached to get the phone. Susan’s moans of pleasure could be heard outside as Sean drilled her. “Pleeeeaasssse stop” pleaded Susan as she grabbed the phone. “Ohhhh ohhhh ohhhh nooooooooo” she moaned as Sean continued. “Pleeeeaase” she.