He was pulling me back by my thong, and letting go as I pulled forward, in a back & forth frantic rhythm. He slapped my ass a few times and squeezed h...rd enough to destroy my delicate bottom.Though, it was painful as fuck, I was loving it. He then slowed down after a few minutes, and grabbed my shoulders with a few hard singular thrusts, seemingly trying to thrust right through my delicate little behind. The first hard thrust made me scream like a little girl, very effeminately. then, I came. He checked his pocket watch and remembered that soon he and Ely would be galloping through the cactus and sage. This cheered him up, and he gave his wife a knowing smile and a nod. He reached under the counter and removed a leather-bound book with a silk ribbon. It had finally arrived. The edges were new and crisp, and gilt with gold leaf. “Shakespeare’s complete poems and sonnets.” He hoped Ely liked it.It was he who had taught Ely to read, and Ely who had taught him to ride properly. Before. We both get up and jump into the shower again, and do what we have to do, we both get the rest of the stuff packed up and before we lock the door, you look at me and the sun was shining in on me and you lean over and gave me a huge kiss, i smile and tell you i love you, you do the same and we are on our way. A few hours later we stop for a few things to eat and drink in the car, and i notice a park across the street, and i ask if we. She seems new- she is sitting very uptight, and she looks like she is trying to show her confidence, but all that I am seeing is nervousness. Then I glance over at a few of the men, who are all sitting very differently, too. One of the men is sitting cross legged between his mistress’ knees, his back straight against her shins, his eyes almost unseeing as he simply stares at the wall. He must’ve seen me looking at him, though, because he suddenly focuses on me and gives me a small, reassuring.