It does not matter

After bucking up and down on the table causing my rider to continue her up and down motions on my hard cock encased in a condom, I had an orgasm but my groans did not affect the rider in the least. She continued to ride her mechanical horse for what I guessed to be about thirty minutes. The she reached over my head and pushed a button which slowed the table to a stop. She dismounted me. After she left, I was alone for only a short time.

Two bare breasted women entered the room and went to work removing the wet condom from my penis. No soon had they did that than their hands were groping and pumping me into a renewed hardness. One of the ladies produced a fresh condom that she proceeded to place over my member. When they left, another women appeared fully nude but with a cruel face on a thin but fit body. She lifted a leg and mounted me like a horse. She worked my cock into her wet slit vagina and like one who is busy doing their job, reached up and pushed the button over my head.

The table began its slow buckling up and down until it was at full throttle. I looked up past her bobbing breasts to see her looking down at me with indifference mixed with dislike. She placed a flat hand on the side of my face and pressed my cheek against the table. I was not sure if they was to prevent me from looking at her or to show me how I was merely an object to be used for the Women's Riding school. Nevertheless, she rode me hard and despite the fact that I already had cum with the last rider, I felt I was building up for another orgasm.