But that's about it. Everything else is the same. They're me, just as much as I'm them. If I were analyzing myself I'd say that the dark image is my s...uper-ego, the icy one is my Id, which would make me the ego, I guess." Wow..." she breathed softly, "you're really fucked up, huh?"I burst out laughing, wrapping my arms around Peggy so she wouldn't get thrown off or crushed while I rolled around."Thanks so much for that ringing vote of confidence." I wheezed."At least you don't look like a. " I will, trust me George." He took her by the elbow and walked her to the car and opened the door. She slid into the leather seat showing just a hint of thigh as her dress rode up a bit. Brad closed the door and walked around and got in himself. He buckled his seat belt and started the ignition."So where are you taking me Brad?" To the Top of the Mark. Is that alright?" He was pretty sure it would be, after all it was the most exclusive private dinning club in the city sitting high atop the. "FUUUUUUUUUCKKKK!" I cry out in fucking pain. He starts pumping me like he is trying to dig for oil. I could smell fucking blood in the air and I felt like I was being split in half. "YOU SEE BITCH!I KNOW YOU WANTED TO GET FUCKED TONIGHT,BUT I BET YOU DIDN'T KNOW IT WAS GOING TO BE LIKE THIS!" His words were falling on deaf ears. I was too busy worrying about my ass and if I would ever be able to shit again. Then he reached around and grabbed two handfulls of tits and began rocking me like a. Clara and Gabby had it the hardest, because they were women. For the most part, women in the Horse People stayed home. While they were with me there wasn’t much of a problem. It helped them a bit, having been seen working with Agar and his brothers during the lessons, but it didn’t help much when they tried to wander about unescorted.It came to a head the morning of the third day when Clara spoke to a woman about her limp. She’d spotted the woman toting water from the stream to her tent and.