I look back to see that Luana is reacting to Lady Constance’s mild rebuke. She turns and walks holding the leash downward thus forcing the nose and mouth of the burdened male beast to be very close to her well-rounded buttocks. With every labored breath he will be inhaling the fragrance of her feminine arousal.
Our ponies are sweating profusely and Lady Constance’s whip begins to make a startling cracking sound when it crisply strokes the wet flesh. The ponies appear to jump and react more to the sound than the pain but the results are a very fast steady pace with no relent. We turn left off the main road, build speed then bear to the right. The windmill is perched on a nearby hill and the beautiful domineering ruler of this island paradise again builds speed, in order to properly negotia
