Where amateur had the day gone? I would need to hurry to be home in time for supper. I had but started off when I heard the steady ‘clop-clop-clop’ of an approaching horse. I turned pov and quietly groaned with despair. Lisa-Marie Jenkins sat indian tall and haughty atop her favorite black stallion. She approached from the lane leading around the woods, and I knew she had me in her sights. I continued to walk, hoping that she might just pass me by, but I would have no such luck today. Lisa -- two years my elder -- Black Hardcore and ebony had plagued my life from early childhood and was a bully of the highest order. Fortunately, now married and “grown up”, she did no longer resort to violence. But she remained a bully and a busy-body nonetheless. “Why Miss Kristy Miller,” she chirped, drawing her horse up beside me, “fancy meeting you here.” “Hello Lisa,” I replied with an obvious lack of enthusiasm. She frowned down at me from her high perch. “To negotiate with the centaurs.” “Put your hand around the shaft and stroke me while you suck me.” Her hand slowly moved off the arm rest and wrapped around pov the base of my dick. The three paid rapt attention. Every story would turn me on. The blow job only whetted my sexual appetite so when I proposed ‘Let’s break some indian more fucking laws’ my hot sexy sibling screwed me three more times before the sun rose. Three of them! This kinda sex talk was transforming us both. There were alter-egos, and then there were alternate personalities; Destiny strode the fine line between them. Once in her room she took Hardcore two large gulps of her wine, the glass was empty. My toes curled as the Black and ebony pleasure rippled through me. Her sweet cunt gave me pleasure. My whole body shook with anticipation. Thank you, Matt—it was exactly what I needed. I howl, the noise deafening in the small room, and my body arches rigid in my bonds. Everyone in position, I nuzzled up against Pearline's ear and whispered my commands, my pussy clenching in delight: “You are a slut, Pearline. All Dad did was to help me realize that I was actually a amateur masochist. Jerry felt his daughter began to shake with excitement but continued to suck her clit. No one would ever know the difference. A sight never to be forgotten. Over the next two nights Madison gathered all the answers to the questions submitted by her curious girlfriends on Friday. “Mr. Miller, my wife and I, you know my wife the COO of Jaxson Inc. are sitting here in one of the Pinetree hotels in Dallas and we don’t feel that things are up to par here,” I say. Jeremy gave her ass and pussy another lick and then grabbed the bottle off the table. Made my day. Enough.” "Your name is 'slave' or 'bitch' or 'fuck-toy.' This infusion of the element with your own power is crucial, as it is your aura that does the actual healing. I certainly am one sick little bitch." She took a deep breath and looked down at the floor, tracing the patterns on the carpet with the toe of her shoe. “You treat me like you know I’ve got a brain, and you’re fucking fearless in a real fight!