Mabel had never been ridden in her life, she was a draft horse. Also she was used to slow and steady. As a result she bolted and tried to get me off h...er back!Ever try to get an animal to do something, and have it do too much? When Mabel bolted, I almost fell off. There was no saddle, stirrups or even reins. I was at the mercy of this gentle-giant I had rudely awakened. All I could do was hang onto her neck for dear life. Actually, it was probably good that Mabel bolted. I could hear the. What was she saying? no clue. She held out her hand with some bread. Chris took the bread and she let out a laugh. Hmmmmmmmm...she didnt sound tha old. She starterd walking away but chris started following her, trying to talk...she laughed and kept waling,chris right behind. soon she stepped into a doorway leaving the door open behind her. chris entered. after he crossed the threshold she closed the door behind him locking it quickly.she removed her faceveil to reveal a young dark haired. “Without a smile he said simply, “take off your shirt and panties, I want to inspect my slave.” I stared at him and the unblinking dark eyes that burned into mine and I felt my hands moving, almost, but not quite, of their own choosing to gather up the hem of the shirt and begin pulling it up over my torso.The fabric and the whole scene had my nipples pointing out hard as rock and the soft material only caused me to want him all the more. As my shirt came off over my head, he turned to the. "How would you feel if I just happened to drop a hint or two in Dolly's direction?" About what mum?" I asked innocently and she kicked me under the table,I thought about it for a moment as I massaged my bruised shin,"Can you trust her?" Oh Micky" she grinned, "Me and her have been having a lesbian affair now for over five years, I think if she wasn't to be trusted, the whole of London would know by now, don't you?" Ok mum, I'll buy that" I was still thinking, so I voiced my thoughts, "But why.