Agnes guided Arabella through the darkened corridors, hand firm on the small of her back, down the stone steps to the stable block. The air grew cooler, thick with hay and leather and the soft snorts of horses.
The ride on her mare Ebony and the dark, living wine earlier had made her aroused and wet.
Agnes tied her up, undid her long hair and bound it in a high ponytail making her role reversal now complete. Agnes took Arabella’s long black skirt with her as she left the stable. Her corset opened now at delicate places.
A male muscled figure waited in the deepest stall, lamplight low, shadows thick. When Arabella saw his hard, rigid cock she wasn’t aware she licked her lips. Her piety was completely gone.
