*Jayne*
As the mare, Lovely Lady, plods along, I feel my muscles begin to unknot, unwind. Guilt gnawed at me, and I finally drifted off to sleep in the early morning hours, but upon waking, I don’t feel at all rested. I dreades seeing Barkley again. I’m not certain what I expected of him. A triumphant air. A gloating. An arrogance.
After all, I had succumbed to the talents of his mouth, unable to refrain from falling into the whirlpool of pleasure he created. I almost drowned before he sent me skyward with such speed that I was disoriented. And then he was inside me, filling me before I even catch my breath.
Yet he displays nothing of the sort. He is quiet, solicitous, almost apologetic. He is also quite right; leaving the residence will be good for me. I can breathe more deeply and re
