Her primary work in progress, “HU/A: an NGRY epic”, was a spastically-evolving sixty-two hundred line rhyming screed on that relationship. Donna, ...a friend and reliable fence, once made thirty eight bucks reciting Part 2 outside a poverty conference. Donna bought her a dozen sharpies, then snorted the rest – a good deal for both. It might have led to better things, except for Donna’s terminal run-in with some bad shit a week later.Anne’s non-sharpie life revolved around the Stephanie Primrose. JC was all business, which was just what I needed then and there."So." JC said pushing the papers aside along with his coffee. "What have you decided we're taking home?" Three mares..." I shuffled through the papers and quickly brought one to the top. "These two, and..." I ran my finger down along the scribbled list I'd made days before. "And this one."Each note had the auction number, seller, breed, age, name, stall number and other notes I thought worth making. Including any special markings. I wanted to call her a puta and make her my bitch. Fuck it. I got on the computer and wrote to her as if I didn't know her, but was interested. We spoke for a couple hours and exchanged photos, of course the same photos that were on my computer were the ones she sent me. UGH. I was angry but excited, something I never felt b4. She was the sexiest most hated female I ever wanted.Finally, the day is here. The asshole is at work, but is due to come home. I call her on the phone tell her to get her. Removing it from her body, exposing her nakedness. ‘Tell me, My Lady, is your bottom still sore from the ride today?’ ‘It is My Lord, do you have a remedy for such an affliction?’ ‘I may, let me view the problem site.’ She turned away from him, as she did, her hands slid from his distended balls, up his shaft to caress the spongy head. His hands slipped down to cup her ass cheeks, pulling them up and slightly apart as he fingers played and explored her rear cleavage. ‘Does this hurt?’ He.