" Jack turned his head chewing his own left over apple. I smiled, Pat always had to be fair. "Ready boy?" I checked the cinch and mounted."Billy I can...do it" Pat climbed up and in the saddle like she'd been born in it. It had taken the horses longer to get used to her than it did the other way around. The very first day we arrived she'd taken off waving her arms and wanting to ride. She'd taken her share of set backs and learned that being dumped on your backside wasn't fun. This old mare,. . I...” Marcia stood and gave a cruel smile as Dominique lifted her chin and wore a similar grin, the stern maid stepping closer with a scowl, the challenge of a little masculine resistance bringing out her authority, along with her nipples which now hardened with her demeanour through her satin blouse.“You’ll do just as you’re told when here - on your knees this instant!” Troy sank to his knees, like a child before a governess, unable to resist the command of feminine power. His cock was now. TheT-shirt was cut so that my belly button was exposed and the sleeves of theshirt barely covered my shoulders....unfortunately this clearly exposed thatI had thin arms from my shoulder to my wrist.....my hands didn't help with mylong slender fingers and polished nails.When my Mary Janes hit the wood floor at the bottom of the stairs they madethe familiar clickity clack sound....not so much like a stiletto, butdefinitely feminine footwear. As I approached the dining area Aunt Hildalooked up. She had a crush on one of the guys in her school: Josh Greyson. He was a senior. Josh was 6'1" around 200 lbs. a played as a linebacker for the varsity football team. He had blond hair, dark brown eyes, and sharp masculine features. She had seen him with his shirt of at the beach so she knew he had a serious six pack and defined pecs. He wore tank tops all the time at school so everyone got a glimpse of arms that rivaled those of Vin Diesel or Gerard Butler. His legs were those of someone who.