At least she was going back to literature. An hour later, after re-reading, re-editing, and revising, she opened the website to submit it. She hesita...ed, as she did countless times before. Who would read it? What if they hated it? Was her username, ‘WidowAngel’, too obvious? Would people she know read it? Would they know it was her? What would they think of her? No point in mulling over it, she thought. It was just a story, and a good one at that, compared to some others she had read. And in. By the time he reached the paddocks he found one of them all ready containing twenty horses. He walked on to where Ashar Khan sat upon a magnificent bay mare alongside what could only be his eldest son Patar on an equally magnificent grey stallion. Behind them where five large wagons three of them piled high with fodder.David stopped and bowed his head. “Horse Master, welcome,” he said giving him the respect his position deserved.Ashar Khan smiled and they both dismounted. “Colonel Sahib it is. M. I jerked awake from a jolt to my groin, sometime in thenight Marla attached a cord to my chastity and instead of ringing analarm bell my crotch was shocked. My cries finally awakened Marla andshe slowly rose from her side of the bed and made her way to theopposite side of the room to stop my pain.I was locked to the bed frame by a cuff and cable, so a wire made thecircuit to the clock across the room, with the cable that kept me fromreaching the clock. Marla rose and went to the toilet,. I throw the blankets off, and jump into the shower. The water feels amazing, and can’t help but start touching myself. I envision what it’d be like if Tig was in the shower with me. What his hands might feel like on me, touching my milky white skin, kissing on my neck, teasing me. I've only been with two guys before. I have enough knowledge to get by, I suppose. Though neither of them helped much, they just wanted me to just simply please them. That’s one of the reasons I've put guys off for.