#143510 - ‘Well, I hope so,’ she snapped waspishly, clearly in a foul mood despite the new car, ‘although you were useless last time! Rainault [this was the typically pretentious name of her horse] needed a much better rub down, and you didn’t clean the bridle straps properly as I told you to – I want much better service this time, or I shall complain in the strongest terms!’ I gave a non-committal grunt, not trusting myself to speak to the little strumpet, and turned away to pick up a piece of harness from the floor. I heard the scrunch of boots behind me, and turned and stood up; when I saw who it was, I put on the politest mask that I could manage, and asked nicely if I could be of assistance. I knew from personal experience what a good dildo it made, as on a few boring afternoons I had used it to bring myself off.
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