She had a stunning body and an even cuter face with freckles and a wrinkled up nose. Her mouth was wrapped around a bit gag like those used on the hor...ses which she loved caring for and riding. Spit dripped down her chin onto her perky tits and further down to her cunt which was being brutally slammed into by one of the staff who were enjoying themselves at her expense. A cowgirl which I’m sure my customers will love to ride. I made myself a mental note to buy some new bullwhips and branding. I saw the truth in her beautiful green eyes, her sweet face framed by perfect, almost black short hair that shone in the late evening sun. ‘I was going to say that I wondered if me getting married would change things between us. I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean to upset you.’ How could she be sorry for doing nothing? I sobbed again, one of those sobs that rack you like a child’s sobs do with dry eyes. My head fell forward and then tears fell onto the pale blue of my dress. Why does water show so. I huddled up close to him, breathing a sigh of relief when he reached for an overhead support because he couldn’t get a seat. That would’ve been game over as far as I was concerned – night-night, nurse! But my luck was in. Mind you, he did honk a bit, kind of mothballs and a rotting smell. Still, I wouldn’t have to poke up with it for long because I’d planned to get off at Holborn. We stopped at Covent Garden and I knew there wouldn’t be many getting off there. It was far too early for the. ?Oh, OK, thank you.?H?m, it?s seven, where the hell is he? Is he OK or what?H?m, I?ll try his cell. ????h?m his cell is turned off.Ah, I hear his car, he is so late again.?Hi hon, what happened, you?re so late again???Oh I got held up at work again, sorry. I?m going to shower quickly while you?re heating dinner.?Work hell, he?s lying to me, I know it. I sneaked into the bathroom, got his briefs out of the hamper, sniffed them. They were damp and had some odd odors about them -- strange to me..