The problem I had with the horse riding was those damned fall winds! Enough dust and sand was kicked up that I had to wrap a bandana around the horse'...s face to keep the sand out of his eyes. He was not happy with that, but it was better than the alternative. I had the same problem, and there were times when I had to stop to try to find shelter from the sand. It was one of these times when I met Jonas Hopkins.Mr. Hopkins was trying to find shelter under his overturned buckboard when I first saw. As she explained his talents I was looking at him and our eyes met in the rear view mirror of the automobile making my pussy juices start to flow. Little did I know that while Natalya was confiding in me, Vladimir and James were also sharing similar information about us that would inevitably result in me getting a very sore, red, welted bottom. I told her the history of my spanking fetish and how James disciplines me on a regular basis plus how we use role playing to enhance the punishments.. But it wasn't that she was gorgeous, or love at first sight. It was more like watching a train wreck. You know it's wrong to stare, but you can't help yourself. She was wearing baggy tattered jeans that had at least four different kinds of stains and an equally baggy grey sweatshirt with a large pizza stain on the stomach. Her hair seemed grimy and was mostly tied back into a ponytail, but a dozen wisps had escaped and stuck at various angles. And to top it off, an ink blot resided on her nose.. His balls have a slight ache, but after all the pleasure from last night, it is worth it. What he has to take care of now is the bladder full of urine. As he steps past Rory’s room, he is surprised to find her door wide open. He peers inside and finds he bed made and no sign of his sister. Chance frowns, wondering how she’s still not in bed sleeping after all she went through before, during and after he watched her. He shrugs, figuring it has to do with experience. Masturbating and having sex.