.with one exception, he believed that a womanshould always be subservient to a man. That included women like me."This applies in all ways of life, wor..., marriage, and other things,"he explained. "I knew immediately that you were submissive and that Iwould have an easy time guiding me into my new role in life. This iswhat I love about t-girls; they desire to be controlled by a strongman. And white girls like you also crave serving men of color,correct?"I felt myself blushing. I had also known I. She wasn’t dating right now but Sandy hadn’t lost the knack. She gave good head and she knew it. It wasn’t her fault she had been made to do this. She was a professional. It was embarrassing and humiliating, but if she had to do it, she would do a good job.. Dan stood with his hands on his hips, his manhood throbbing now. It was worse for him. He had a girlfriend. He hoped she would understand. She was visiting friends in California and wouldn’t see it but he knew it would be on the internet by. He yelled for the courier and sent him off quickly."You may stay here for a day or so," he told John, "but after that, they will want you back." John nodded briefly. "But now," he sighed, "the Englishman wants to talk to you. Be, ah, careful about what you say. Chernagovka will sit in, just in case, ok?" John nodded again."Call me Ryan," the Englishman said, upbeat. "Well done. It's been a very worthwhile exercise, I think." John was silent. He merely looked up and managed a weak smile. "Tell. Surely that’s because you get to see the action. I suppose that would change if the wedding guests got to see the bride being mounted….Yes?...... Of course…At the appointed hour the paddock is empty except for the stallion, mare and their owners and of course me. However if you take the time to look around you will see all of the stable girls heads appearing at every subtle viewing position. Julie and Mary are together. Julie is behind her lover, her hands already under Mary’s checked.