He tightened his grip on her throat, just enough to thrill and scare her slightly. Her pulse started to race, and she could feel it in her neck, throb...bing hard against his powerful hands. She realised that he must be able to feel it pounding too; she could have no secrets from him. She could feel his heat, his strength, his need, and his growing erection pressing up against her through his toga and her thin tunic.His large hands moved down to her shoulders and spun her around, pushing her. "A little help here?"I tried to move away, but just then Heather pushed into me, causing me to momentarily lose my balance.In a flash, Pamela and Jane jumped up and each grabbed an arm holding it tight to their firm, young bodies. They were both top players on the volleyball team (ranked second in the state)."Girls..." I said, getting desperate. "Please! Hey! Stop that!!"Janice unzipped the zipper on my jeans and pushed them down to my ankles. "Stacy?" she called out.Stacy joined her, both of. I asked how many of the women have mated with horses. It turned out that a number of them had in various forms and significance. In most cases, it was explained, the women were fucked by the horse but the depth of penetration was very shallow by necessity to avoid damage and injury to the woman. These women essentially used the same technique I had used with the pony at the ranch. They lay on bales of hay with their feet on the hunches of the horse to control the depth of penetration. It is. I answered, as long as YOU want to GET fucked, then I was ok with that, being I am a bisexual top-dominant. The next text was as surprising to me as the last, as it asked if a couple would be acceptable. I answered the more the better. We agreed to meet an hour from now as they were coming aways. I went across the street and got a room. I texted the room number and then took a shower. It wasn't long before I heard a knock on the door, I went and opened the door. Standing there was a male-female.