*** “How do you put up with Lesh?” asked Kirk, as he rubbed the brush down the horse’s side. “He’s a very good stableman... very loyal, and dedicated, and useful in a number of ways. I wouldn’t trade him for three men,” replied Pamela as she walked toward him. “It’s a shame to neglect a woman like you,” replied Kirk, as he shot a quick glance at the jeans stretched tightly over her hips. He was Jenny’s husband. Jenny was her older. It worried me a little to see her like that, but she wasn’t saying, “Kalamazoo.” After a moment she looked up at me. I needed to make sure she was okay.“So you’re just a useless cum dumpster, aren’t you?” I asked.“Yes sir,” she said, still gasping and shaking a little, “I guess . . . I am your cum dumpster from now on.”She started to whimper, “Please . . . use me.”I put my hands on her head, pushed my cock back into her mouth, and continued as she chortled and struggled to breathe, my balls at. His gf lived in another state so he needed occasional release. I told him I could provide that. We chatted quite a bit, about nasty stuff, and I would send him vids of girls getting used the way I wanted to. We both have a rape fantasy, and he mentioned that he like to piss on his sluts. I had never done water sports but was a little curious. So we met up, and had some beers at a bar and discussed our nastiest fantasies. He was mid height, dark short hair, big but not fat and very dominant in. I don't dare to look up at you, afraid of how you will see me now. When you showed me the picture, I could only shake my head laughing. The women looked strange to me, somehow inhuman and were no longer recognizable. I wanted to be beautiful for you. Not as beautiful as you, of course. You had looked at me with that sparkle in your eyes. Your black hair was gracefully tied up and fell slightly over your shoulder. Your skirt swung after you with every movement and my gaze stayed on your lips..