
"Turn around."
Again, the military command tone; again, the immediate obedience. Somewhere in the distance, she heard several dogs barking. The sounds of children playing filtered in through the dirty, small windows at ground level. No one would peer in, see what was happening in this modest, two-story, wood-frame home. "Around your shoulders."
Two straps fell across her shoulders, the remainder of the harness-like device falling forward. A metal ring lay flat just between her jutting tits to which the two straps over her shoulders were attached. A longer third strip hung down toward her cunt from the ring.
"Now, gonna jockey this mother around to make it right. You're gonna be a good horse, baby, a real good horsie!"
His cutting words excited her imagination more, made her pussy cream and her clit pop up, red and stiff, from the surrounding moist flesh. It was such a strange device. Two more straps were attached laterally just below the top ring. These Jack fastened quickly like belts around her chest and hipbone, snugging them so tightly that her white flesh bunched up under the leather.
