The farm hands are getting ready to put shoes on them', I thought to myself. The third stall was empty, and clean, with the exception of the square ba...e of hay sitting in it. I opened the gate, and quickly stepped inside the spare stall. "'mmmmm...god my pussy is hot! I need to cum!" I was talking right out loud. Nobody was out there. It was only me and the horses, and they would block my view if anyone was looking into the other end of the barn. I sat down on the bale of hay, and leaned back.. “Let that cum dry on your tits and everywhere else on your body, slave. In the meantime, come on up here, bitch. You’ve earned the reward of eating some of my leftovers.” A new sadistic gleam stole over his eyes though. He called over one of his soldiers. “Afua, bring me the fuck-machine you built. I want to test it out.” Amy’s whole body prickled with fear as she saw what Afua then brought. It was a long, 12-inch chrome shaft with ribbing all along which created a surface of little spikes from. I went to her home early. She welcomed me,she was wearing a white tee and shorts. The tee was tight enough to show her nipples. It turned me on and my rod formed its glory in my pant. She noticed it and gave me a naughty smile.I couldn’t resist and pulled her closer to me. I locked lips with her and she tried to push me away..but it was vain. she surrendered. After 5mins, we were sucking each other tongues madly. I removed her tee and ohh boyy! those tits are firm and juicy! I rushed like a kid. "What if our daughter is here?" She already knows you had sex with him; in fact, she set it up. You listened to her; now she can listen to you."This is...totally unwholesome!" So is jealousy, but I have a feeling you'll get over that." >>She did...eventually.Our daughter came home a couple times with her boyfriend when my wife was in the bedroom with her black lover. Although it was very awkward at first, gradually it was accepted.I regularly talked to my daughter about how things were going..