“Yes Sir.” I say simply, her smile changes from cruel to approving.He laughs sharply. “Absurd.” He says. “Well, come with me.”Soon I find ...myself laying on my stomach, shirtless. Without any warning or explanation my back errupts into sharp pain as the needle hits over and over again. Tears fill my eyes. My Goddess appears before me though and takes both my hands.“You are doing so well,” she tells me.I say nothing but stare at her and let her presence, the needle, the droning, and everything. 'Are you sure?' he asked, making sure I wanted to go through with this.'Yes'I replied.Then, he looked me in the eyes, and slowly reached for his zip on the front of his jeans, got hold of it, and pulled slowly downwards. His gaze never left my eyes, though mine flickered between his and his crotch. When his zip was all the way down, he gripped his belt with one hand and reached inside the fly with the other, pushing some underwear down and out of the way. Then, he reached in further and pulled. " It's somewhat complicated, but basically, Lupe and I got to talking about you, and while we were talking about you, at some point in that discussion, I happened to make mention of the fact that you had the sweetest tasting pussy I'd ever known, and then Lupe said she agreed with me, and then, the next thing I know, we get undressed, start kissing, and then I'm on top of her, banging away, and then, we start groaning and the next thing you know, bam, I'm making a sperm donation. So, I guess. She sits down on her bed and stretches out, limbering up her tired bones.Soon, she is drifting off into a quiet slumber. Occasionally, she stirs at the odd creaking sound that old houses are notorious for. Many times, she has thought she heard the sounds of someone moving around, in the kitchen, in the lounge and in the bedroom. All when she wouldn't expect someone to be home.She slips further and further into slumber. Her mind is wandering to a different time and place... seeing the horses she.