| Every room had an interesting feature for the use of the guests. It was a man-size figure of a horse running with its legs fully extended; the horse’s head and its ass were missing. There were eye-bolts half-hidden by the false hair along the length on each leg and a steel head brace rose up at the neck. I put Ming on the horse, pulling her body tight over the frame by using the most extreme eye-bolts. Then I removed her bridle and locked her head in the brace. I stood back; in the firelight she looked amazing like a running horse. I moved in close, fondling her breasts and her swollen cunt for several minutes, enjoying the feel of her taunt body. She responded to my touch and started to push her crotch into the horse’ back. After a while she came with a gentle shudder. "She loves you," she said unexpectedly. I looked at her in surprise and replied, "CELTs who talk without permission are normally whipped." The light from the room’s fireplace was dancing on her tanned skin....
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