But then his expression went from one of surprise to one of wary amusement. I smiled and nodded.“So what is this?” he asked.“She’s my wife,”...I said.“I didn’t know she was married.”“You knew she was married. She never took her ring off.”He shrugged. He looked at her again. She was on the bed on her knees with her ass up in the air and her wrists cuffed behind her knees. She was naked except for the thigh high stockings and the pearls and the leather wrist cuffs and her wedding ring. Her face was. "Dee!"Busted! The Stick nailed my feet to the floor, telling me sternly not to run. I was reminded again these were my friends! Running away was NOT an option.Kathy was on me like a hawk taking a mouse. She was in a black tee that fit her bra-less tits like a coat of paint, her smock a man's white shirt, and paint-splotched jeans. Greg was right behind her."Where have you been? Are you okay?" She pulled me in for a crushing hug. "We've been worrying about you." A meeting with Devers, but. ’ ‘And no one told you someone would stop and call out asking about provisions?’ ‘Arch I do have a brain.’ ‘Really and now for the real test, pull down the top of the towel and let me see yer tits.’ Lydia obliged with a quick flash. ‘You’ve made my day lass. Now go and wake up Alan…’ ‘That won’t be necessary. Bread, milk, newspaper, four pounds of butter and three packs of bacon and put them on Alan’s account.’ ‘That’s what Alan would have ordered.’ ‘God don’t say he thinks like me.’ Arch. I could never talk of this need with anyone close to me lest they think I was completely corrupted and lewd, which to be honest I am…being honest!. And that brings me to now as I relate and write this. It had taken some doing to get hired in the office of a horse breeder. But it was all part of my plan to fulfill my fantasy. Ever since I had begun thinking about a horse fucking me it seemed my life had been a preparation to that end. Now as I see horses around me every day I.