Oh, how I love that feeling in the fresh air. The wind blows through my face and between my thighs. Thank God I'm wearing my riding pants and these boots. After all, it is slowly autumn and the wind is steadily fresher. In addition, this fantastically beautiful view when I scrutinize my 100 acres with a stern look.

It's only annoying when a slave is in my way and blocks my view. I could freak out. But since I am a maker, I just swing my flogger and whip the view again beautifully. It could go on like this all day. The autumn leaves turn red at least as beautifully as the asses of m... Show more