Enzo continued to give me instructions on how he wanted his cock sucked and his balls played with. Enzo also told Marc to play with my tits to make s...ure that he pulled and pinched my hard nipples. Both of them switched back and forth, taking turns fucking my mouth with their cocks, both of them instructing me on the best way to pleasure them. My nipples were burning from their abuse, but the pain made me hornier and my pussy wetter and I found myself wanting them to do as they pleased with. She wondered at times if she might lose her sanity, or if life itself was no longer worth living. More than once she contemplated suicide, but each time she shied away, unable to take that final, ultimate step.Even the women she considered close friends had deserted her and she was left to live a life that on the one hand was filled with a stream of humanity wanting only one thing from her and on the other shunned, alone and friendless, living a life of emotional solitude, guilt and blame for. I thought he'd do well.When I went back to the stable with Hero, I saw someone sitting on a hay bale. Looked almost like they were hiding. I went and looked. It was Jane Pinski, the girl I'd worked with last fall. She was huddled into a space in the bales, crying. She really didn't hear me coming and her head was in her arms. I went back to Hero, took off my saddle and hooked his bridle to a ring outside his stall."Jane, when you have a minute, would you help me out?"I saw her legs twitch, and. He looked like a yuppie approaching mid-life, which was what he was, of course.“Drop to the floor, and kneel before the Priestess, Jeanette Saunders. Jen, undress in front of Will. Tease and tantalize him with your body, your lovely flesh,” I instructed them now.Will, sure enough, did exactly what I told him, prostrating himself in front of my wife, who couldn’t help but beam and blush at the attention, yet began seductively undressing, strip teasing for Mr. Thomas in full view of Mrs. Thomas..