She then took a hair dryer and a brushand began drying and brushing it. She then announced that she was doneand had me stand, turn and take at look at... the results.What I saw crushed my spirit almost entirely. My own hair was now dyed apale, almost platinum blonde, identical to my blonde wig. She hadtrimmed it just enough that it was a perfect chin length pageboy bobhairdo now with bangs touching my thin feminine eyebrows. The result wasthat I now looked even more feminine, dainty, and delicate. I knew she was a bitch, but it was a curious place to have a meeting with a lover. I wandered who her lover was, there in the middle of nowhere, just when her cuckold husband had to rush so quickly.But then I understand everything. Helena was squatting down under her favorite horse Blue, a very elegant dark skinned young stallion. She was stroking his twenty inch rock hard horse cock. That bitch was also licking the pre-cum off his huge penis.I would have thought I could have been disgusted by. Yeah, that's the deal, eight to eight on Saturday and as far aseverybody will ever know, you're just good ol' Bob."Bob's face lost a little of it's hard edge. "You swear to me John? Youreally won't breath a word, not to a single person?" "I swear it," I said,and stuck out my hand. Bob shook it and sighed with relief. "You're a goodguy John, thanks for taking care of me last night." "Well, you can't leavea buddy in a pond." "Yeah, about that. How much to not ever show anybodythat video?". Thumbs at the tramp stamp.”“Here?”“Tighter. There, perfect. Don’t let me go. How do I feel?”“I don’t even know what to say.”“I’ll take that as ‘not bad.’ You can fuck me, darling. You can fuck me as long and as hard as you want.”This seemed to provide the necessary inspiration. His tentative and polite thrusts gave way to something rougher. Slapping became audible. Sweat prickled and then poured down her back and forehead. The size was a treat, but it was painful too, and tears started to.