She looked to the horse to cover her embarrassment. He was everything she had fantasized about, right down to the accent and southern charm. She could...feel herself getting wet again just thinking about it. She hoped that it wasn’t still showing through her scrubs. “How about I help you get him in the trailer,” she asked, still avoiding eye contact with Dean.“I sure would appreciate that. He can be a handful at times.” Dean moved forward and fastened the doors all the way open and began to lead. Lara was trying really hard to beat Emma. Whilst a close friend, she never liked Emma watching her being caned, although had asked her to so that no one else did. Nevertheless, she had a hankering to watch Emma getting caned, or, even better, caning her. Lara knew that Emma had spent a lot of time learning to read a map, but was confident that she wouldn’t learn quickly enough and was bound to take a wrong turn or two.It was a sunny day, albeit cold, and Emma soon found herself really enjoying. “I can’t hold on,” my husband groaned. “I’m…”He grimaced and grunted as he thrust deep and his torso curled low over Emma’s back. I knew he was pumping her full of cum as he mauled those swinging tits.Emma’s fingers were moving between her legs, busy on her clit as she sought her own climax. I saw viscous spunk glistening like a pearl at her opening when my husband, gasping and fighting for breath, collapsed onto the sofa next to her. I crawled to her and splayed the woman’s labia with my. Not very adept at driving, she always parked in the same spot, just past the dumpsters. Martika parked there because it was the easiest to get out of, and she had already scraped against one of the pillars when she parked closer.Today, though, she would not be leaving in her car, but rather in his van, which he had parked on the other side of the dumpsters, but moved his van right beside her car after she arrived. His van was ready for his mission, he had soundproofed the entire inside, he had.