We had very little in the fridge so we were waiting for her to have lunch. Minutes turned into hours. I knew she was up to something. I left many mess...ages and texts on her phone, but she never responded. I walked the kids down to a local ice cream shop and bought a little snack. When Crystal finally called, it had been three hours. She told me she had news for me. She had met up with her boyfriend after giving him a call at work. It was during the day, so he drove her around in his car. She had. ’ I was right! About a hundred yards down the road was an old stone gate. I could barely make out the house atop the hill, but a house there was. It was huge! It almost looked like an old hotel or someone’s palatial estate gone to seed. As we approached the stone facade , I noticed a single window on the third floor showed a glimmer of light. ‘Thank God!’ I thought to myself. Someone actually lives here! I rang the bell and waited, anticipating a long interval before the person on the third. Jesus, Jake was hung like a fuckin’ horse. I can’t say that I enjoyed my first butt-fucking but being in an industrial park and after-hours, nobody could hear my grunts and groans. Jake would never let me touch his uncut dick or suck it. To him, that was far too gay. Strangely, however, butt-fucking my arse didn’t qualify as gay to him."Hank continued, "Over the next year and a half, we did a lot of overtime and I was always fucked senseless by him. I was completely addicted to his huge cock.. Twice...„Trot,“ ordered Ingrid.As Maid Maximum increased her pace, big thighs rising to the horizontal at each stride, Ingrid began to explain the skills of driving. How one must be firm with a Pony. Demanding but not unfair. Recognize her limits. Never over-flog her. That did not get results. Timing was all-important, it seemed, as far as using her whip was concerned. And every Pony was different. Only gradually could you learn how to get the bestout of them.It was interesting and I listened..