They all drank. "To our new-found buddies," toasted Jan.More gulps. "To great people, who've meant so much in starting our new life," said Bill. The g...lasses were half-empty."I'm turning on the water jets," said Bob. "A free massage for all." He put his arm around Nancy's neck to rotate the control disc and water spewed forth from outlets beneath the water. The jet behind Nancy moved up and down to stimulate her back. She sighed. A mass of bubbles churned and roiled the water, making everything. Was I enjoying this? “I bet those boys have never done this to you before.” He bent his head down and began licking my pussy. He was right! I’d never felt anything so good before. He knew all the right spots and suddenly this old man had me going. “You’re getting wet. I told you you’d like it.” He brought his fingers to it now and massaged my clit before suddenly ramming them into me hard. I began to cry out from the wonderful pain and he suddenly stopped. He grabbed my breasts hard again and. Horse care was excellent but the barn was a little "alternative" - a little laid back and didn't strictly adhere to any one particular discipline. English, Western, Dressage, Jumps, or Trail - whatever people rode - was accepted. In order to make ends meet and keep costs down, once a year the barn held "The Rave". It was never advertised - people just heard about it through the grapevine. Indeed the characters who turned up to take part had nothing to do with horses at all, they just lived a. Once they had cheered and feted her when news of some new conquest had been announced. No longer... The strain on Xena’s arms was becoming agonising as the second circuit of the city was made. She was suspended by her wrist manacles and chains in the wooden cage, feet not touching the floor, thighs spread wide, ankles manacled to each side. If only she could faint. But she knew she wouldn’t. As before her terrible flogging, she had been given strong, sustaining potions. There was no escape into.