I could hear muttered voices from behind the dark panelled door in front of us. Laughter, swearing and moaning, all coming from behind the door. Peter... let go of my hand and opened the door, ushering me to enter the dimly lit room.The air was thick with smoke, as I carefully walked on my heels into the room. Five men sat around the room in large leather armchairs, some smoking, all with tumblers of drink. On the large flat screen on the wall, a porn flick was being played. A girl letting out. Which is rare.” “I’ll make you a deal. We can meet here on Messenger at nine P.M. any night you wish, so long as I am able to be here. If I’m not here between five to and five past, then ‘I can’t make it’ and you shouldn’t expect me. You may do the same.” If she were talking, Elaine would have stuttered. “Thank you, Sir,” she typed. “You can call me Gary, if you prefer.” “It doesn’t feel right. Not yet,” Elaine replied. “I don’t know why.” “Probably because you feel it.” . I told him I loved his cock and to prove it I bent down and gave him a blow job, which I hate, even swallowing his sperm, which I hate even worse. After, I crawled up in his lap and said I was sorry that I was so stretched out I couldn't feel him anymore. I told him I still wanted to have sex and I loved him more than ever but what could we do to increase his pleasure. He told me that now right after he had cum so much he couldn't think about and that we should talk later.The next day I went on. I don't take even empty threats kindly." He hung up and returned to his meal. He had more pressing problems right then than some crazy fool on the phone.He finished his meal, then placed the dishes in the dishwasher. Back on went his parka. When he struggled through the blowing snow out to the horse barn he got an uneasy feeling.Then the power went out just as he opened the door to the one stall infirmary. He heard a nervous snuffling and hoofs shifting on the straw covered concrete floor..