“Oh, sir,” the other said swiftly, making a rather deferential gesture, “far be it from me to suppose to lecture my betters! I only hope, dear guests of my master, to suggest to the fullest the hospitality we are so happy to offer. If the game is to tease oneself for the dreamy space of a long afternoon’s ride so that one’s poor balls can manufacture their juices to the utmost for some later squirting, that of course is jolly. If, however, one wished simply to dismount, command the riding wench to lie down and spread those big meaty thighs so that one might plunge in for an immediate splooging, certain there is no harm in that either.”
“But to be rubbed off instead merely by the skin of the slut’s back…?” wondered Philippe, intrigued.
“Yes,” said the stable-master eagerly, “there’s a pec
