Rather it resembled a horse's hoof, and I wondered if it was possible to walk in them, unless one was held upright by the cart harness, for it woul...d have been like walking on stilts. The harness was simple. The tubular crossbar pressed against the back of the thigh, just at the crease of the buttocks, and from there a wide leather strap ‑‑‑ it smelled of urine ‑‑‑ went forward between the legs and attached at the belt. The strap covered the genital area and, I was certain, when the pony. It was easier during the breaks when I met up with professional colleagues and friends working in the same field as me. However, my cock seemed to have developed a mind of its own and kept on threatening to embarrass me, particularly when I was talking to attractive female coworkers. Eventually, six o'clock came, and I was able to get away, make up all sorts of excuses why I couldn't go out for a drink and a meal that evening. I promised myself that I would have to take at least one night off. But Beleeza held her tightly and she felt how her trousers were undone and fell to the floor. Cold night air caressed her skin and made her shiver. But only from the cold, she told herself.“Then you must be hush-hush quiet, pet,” Beleeza whispered back, biting Reina's supple neck as her hands started caressing the inside of the girl's thighs. Teasing, slow strokes that made the young warlock tremble despite her nervousness. “I know all your body's little secrets...”A finger traced its way up. At one point he slowed down almost to a stop, and I realised that although he was very close, he was using the edging technique to delay his orgasm. I nibbled his ear and whispered, “Cum for me Luke. Fill me up with your hot load.”Gradually I felt his cock stroking the walls of my vagina again, and I squeezed my kegel muscles in response. It only took a dozen or so strokes before Luke groaned, and I felt his cock throbbing as his semen pumped into me. I knew it was a big load because I could.