Poor little Henry."And will you wear these nice pink satin knickers every day if I tell youto, Frilly?"It doesn't really matter what I say, there will... be a follow-up to make megrovel."Yes, Mistress. If that's what you tell me to do." Excellent! Now prepare me for bed."She stood still while I started to un-button her blouse. Meanwhile,little Henry was getting a real working over. Agony, but nothing I coulddo anything about.I can now manage the whole business in under 10 minutes despite the. I grinned and handed her a microphone without saying a word. She snatched it out of my hand and retraced her steps."It works so much better with one of these," she said, and the audience laughed. "I want to thank all of you for coming tonight and showing your support for our community and the Bradleys." She waited for the applause to die down."Most of you probably know that the Bradleys lost their home and all their belongings in a fire last week. You may also know that the Red Cross or other. Yes I love the taste, yes he cums over my face, neck and tits. He enjoys it, I have the proof, because he initiates it. I love him, my big beautiful stallion.So recently Spirit learned a new trick, ok, taught me a new command. I don’t ride him every day, I don’t always belly ride, sometimes I’ll ride him conventionally, well, no bridle or saddle, but on top, not slung underneath. An average would be somewhere between two and three times a week that I belly ride. Apparently Spirit wants more.The. "One of the dead firefighters is David Arsenault." Aw, fuck. That's her brother. Oh, poor Chris. He's her big brother--she idolizes him." Damn. What's her boyfriend's name?" Ben something-or-other, I forget his last name." The other two weren't named Ben." Well, that's good." Warren took out his cel phone. "Hi, Chris? It's Warren. We just heard." He talked to her for a while, then hung up. "She's absolutely inconsolable," he told Sophie. "Completely devastated. One good thing--her boyfriend.