I closed my eyes and gently bit my lip in anticipation of the pain that was coming my way.“Or perhaps you would prefer it if Auntie Elaine gave you ...he belt instead?” Miss Manson laughed and looked over at her blonde-haired niece.“No, Auntie. Please, not Auntie Elaine!” I shouted.Miss Manson adjusted her white, short-sleeved blouse and then turned her total attention to my bottom, raising the belt in the air.“Very well, young man. Eighteen strokes of the belt and no fuss from you, otherwise. It might be good to give your tight hole a little rest before tonight." I coaxed her into flashing her shaved beaver at other patrons at the restaurant and several men and at least one woman were keeping their eyes in her direction. Back in the hotel elevator, I couldn't resist taking the opportunity to fondle her ass and say how much I was going to enjoy fucking it. When we got to her room I tried not to enjoy giving her the enemas too much, but she sure seemed to enjoy getting them. She was. Bradley told me to join them in the drawing room for brandy, and myself and Felicity followed the men into a sumptuous, more masculine room in brown leathers and deep red colour scheme. The walls had pictures of various tennis matches and the mantelpiece of a large roaring fire was full of tennis trophies. Bradley spotted me looking, “My beautiful wife and I are not just a successful pairing in marriage but were also tennis champions, and indeed now successful in business,” he laughed. I. The stallion found his way to the mare and bred her. Bobby held his aunt, his hands still cupping her breasts as they watched the mare get bred. Both pretended they didn’t notice his hands on her aching tits.The next time Bobby barely got Dee off the horse’s two foot cock before it exploded. Again he had to pull her off and again, he cupped her full braless tits to do it. She turned in his arms and her eyes were wild again.“I have to ... do something,” she panted. Her hands went to his shirt.