Miller looked hard at me. Dont make me come over there cunt. Just get under him and rub his cock, itll get hard believe me. I shivered, I had no idea ...how to get a horse hard. I knew that there was no way I could fuck him he was too big too tall. I also knew if I didnt do something Mr. Miller was going to beat me. I went to the horse and knelt under him. He let out a soft whinny when I got close, but didnt move. Looking up I could see the sheath that held his cock. I reached up and touched it,. He seemed to be as much under her control as i was, only without the ropes. And had he been one of those touching me? I felt the now familiar feeling again, my nipples tingling a little. Would he kiss me too?I heard the familiar sound of tape being torn off a roll, and knew I was going to be regagged. That meant I was going to be kept tied up too. Apparently there were going to be more consequences. A dry wad of cloth was pushed into my mouth, whose panties were these I wondered. There was no. We had become great pals and I could always rely on him to be there for me. So it was important for me to do the same – I really wanted him to be happy. After a while, he stopped the conversation and said we were expected at Amanda’s for a cookout – that afternoon. I was a little angry with him for springing it on me that way, especially on “our” day, but agreed to meet them. I loved him and I owed him that much. We went home, cleaned up, and left. It only took ten minutes to drive over to. Put the two and two together and that, in my mind, could spell trouble.”The kettle boiled and she turned back to it, filling her mug with steaming water.I wasn't sure what to say if anything, but then Jean turned back to me,“So anyway there I am laying on my bed upstairs and wondering where Sarah is and then I hear something going on down stairs. Something that sounds a bit sexual, like someone fucking maybe and I put two and two together and come up with the fact that my sweet 18 year old.