Stable Boys

When she was not cleaning house, Emily sometimes went to the stables. She liked to see the horses, the proud Arabian stallions, and to pet their muzzles. They were magnificent creatures.

She was petting one of them when she heard a noise in the back. She crept back to see what the ruckus was, opening the bar door to find two of the stable boys back there, jerking off.

They were degenerates, Indian immigrants who were obviously hard up. There status here was solely dependent on their servitude to the Al-Assafs. She shared that in common with them.

They weren't especially large ... six and seven inches. But as a servant herself, the opportunities for fun were few and far between. She smiled saucily, walking down between the two Indian males. Any woman was beyond belief to have them in their presence ... but a white woman ... this was a special day indeed.