Now, we will try the Trot. It’s merely a jogging pace with a little bounce in the step.?From the corner of my eye, I saw her release the rein, go ov...er to the table in the centre and exchange her whip for the lunge whip. Then I felt the pull on the rein as she set herself to follow me at a distance of about 4 or 5 feet.?Ready! Yah pony! Get going boy?faster as if you were in a 10-mile jog. Not too fast now,? she barked out the commands continually as the lunge whip found targets on my back, my. ‘In the words of the immortal Mae West – is that a pickle in your pocket, or are you just glad to see me?’ Hal blushed a deep red. He knew that Dena was just kidding him harmlessly, but this time was different. He looked up just as Dena’s teasing smirk faded from her lips. Her eyes widened with a look of sudden realization, and her hands flew up to cover the ‘o’ of her mouth. Hal’s one wish was that the floor would open up and swallow him whole. Her: Oh, Jesus, why did I invite him in. I spanked her again on each of her round, pert buttocks until the slapping sound of my hand on her ass was followed by her desperate wailing, becoming muffled as she buried her face in the pillow. I took the opportunity to look over to the alcove, but there was no sign of Liz behind the curtain and I didn’t know exactly how much she had been able to see through it so far, but the finale was coming and I hoped that however confused and even enraged she might be at what had transpired, she had. All the guys fuck them, but it’s just something to do," he said. "You know… like jerking off, only using a mouth or a pussy or an asshole on our dicks instead of our hands. Just like when you fuck yourself with your vibrators. It’s really no big deal," he said. "You know how horny I am, and it's not like these women mean anything to any of us, or us to them. Hell, most of the time they don’t even know the names of the men banging them. It's just sport fucking. You know… like golf or bowling,.