Don’t want you interfering with this beautiful steed as he goes through his paces.”
Mistress Joan was now holding a long, stiff whip in her right hand. Milf sex This wasn’t Annabelle’s place. “But I won’t always answer.”
Nicole took a deep breath and turned back to the eggs and bacon. Some were starting to fade away. “Mistress Joan McAlister trains all of my horses,” Annabelle said flatly. “Why do you think I told Midnight to walk?”
Nicole just groaned and looked at Mistress Joan with pleading eyes. Then she added, “And you called horses stupid at least ten times today, so that makes a total of fifty.”
“No, please, Mistress Ann,” Nicole whined, “I can’t take fifty. “I understand that Annabelle is planning to allow you to wear your cowboy hats again… Then she faced Annabelle and said, “Yes, Mistress Ann, I’m sure.”
If she had seen the horses, or at least had seen her saddle, she might not have been so sure. Then she added, “And you called horses stupid at least ten times today, so that makes a total of fifty.”
“No,
