It strained against the satin holding it prisoner, and as his excitement increased, began to ooze fluids. "Just look what you're doing to your new pan...ies!" I said with mock anger. "Your naughty clit is getting them all wet. I suppose I should have known this would happen. I will just have to find a way to help you control yourself."I walked to the dresser and came back with an ornately carved box. I opened it to reveal a number of rubber o-rings. They varied in size from under an inch to over. You are approaching the stable; how are you dressed?" Am I to ride alone?" she asked."Yes, you are all alone," I replied. "With Watson." I tried to suppress the smile in case Palmerston was watching me."Then I shan't ride side-saddle," she said. "I don't enjoy it. If there are to be no men about then I would be wearing jodhpurs and a riding blouse. The fit it close and comfortable but somewhat immodest, so they are not suitable for mixed company. But if I am to be alone with Watson... , " she. He was undressing himself now. She saw his familiar boxershorts, a bulge hiding behind the elastic fabric and a few moments later his cock appeared. Slightly curved to the left, he didn’t have the biggest cock she’d ever seen, but he was quite adequate. Adequate indeed. He grabbed his own dick and showed her the tip. He looked at her inquisitively. ‘Still no safeword?’ He asked teasingly. He crawled on top of her. Pushing her knees apart, his cock resting warm and erect against her pussy, he. Take small steps, one foot in front of the other. Don’t walk like a guy.”I took Tracy’s advice and slowly put on foot in front of the other. Several small measured steps later and I had the balance thing almost figured out. The shoes were surprisingly comfortable to me. With the small measured steps, one foot in front of the other, I could feel my hips sway. As I walked to the end of the aisle and turned around, I saw Tracy whisper something to the clerk. The clerk nodded, smiled, and whispered.