I viewed the luscious rear of Hortense and yearned to be allowed to lick her arse, and Margot and Stella were equally as dominant and attractive in th...ir stance. My cock dribbled as the women strutted and chatted about me as though I were an item of livestock. What would Anita be like, and what was the ceremony tomorrow? I was soon to find out as the doorbell announced her arrival. My arse tingled as was made to kiss the feet of Anita; she was the oldest of the women, at around 60, but was. His breathing wasfrantic. With her open hand, she delivered a vicious, powerful slap tohis hard-on, laughing aloud at his muffled squeak of shock. "What's thematter, Cecilia? Are you crying because you're sorry you lied to me?" Yf, Mftrff Tt!" whined Cecilia, helpless even to flinch. Meanwhile hishard-on started to recover."And what about your disobedience? Are you sorry for masturbatingwithout permission?" She caned his behind sharply."Yf, Mftrff Tt!" Mm-hmm. Well, we're going to do something. It wasn't until I reached the doors that I remembered that they had locked the padlock when we came out. I was about to call out to them when I noticed that the lock was in fact unlocked.Now, I distinctly remember them locking it before we went to the stable. How could it be open now? This thing with locks was starting to get to me, but I had other things to do before I could go home for the day.I checked over the F-150 thoroughly. It was a '98 model although it looked like it was almost new.. Well... fuck.” Greg squirmed in his seat. “It’s... it’s hard to put into words.” “I understand, Greg,” he offered. “You’ve always wanted Cathy to cuckold you and when it happens... when the reality kicks in... when she actually starts banging another man...” Greg squirmed again as he looked down at the floor. Al knew that he was finding difficulty in admitting his sexual excitement about what was happening. He knew that cuckolds often had moments of guilt and condemnation. “How has it been.