The men ignored her and started to attach Gina to the horse. Gina's ankles were lifted and secured on either side of the horse halfway up the two legs. This forced Gina to fall flat on top of the horse. Her knees were fastened to the side of the flat top. Gina now rode the horse by her ankles and knees but her torso or breasts didn't touch the AvidolZ flat top of the horse. At the other end, one of the men had put on Gina's steel collar and her head was now secured to two upright wood stakes. Gina japanese couldn't move at all with the exception a slight arching of her back. A headband was attached and pulled back to her wrist and secured there. Gina was very uncomfortable, but all her holes could be used without any problem. The men undressed and stood in front of Gina's head, so she could clearly see them. "You are going to give us a good show one way or the other." Jack spoke in teasing voice. "It is up to you if you want to make it a painful show or a pleasure show. We don't really care. We will fuck you regardless. So it is your choice how you spend your hour on the no holes teen barred horse." Gina started sobbing. "Please don't hurt me...please just don't hurt me." "If you don't like the pain you better work your ass of." One of the men said. "Yeah you poen better fuck like a little rabbit." "One mistake and we all put our prods to work and maybe some other things too." “I bet she would want to do something like this with you. “Perfect,” she said happily as she turned around to me, “this is a perfect song to set the mood.” She felt so wet, so alive. She poen wrestled with herself, unsure whether this was right or wrong, being here with him. Mmm, it's such a delicious technique you're using. As her confusion mounted her arousal increased. “Finished school early today?” the first old man asked. Especially one we teen just hustled.” I hugged her again and said AvidolZ that we should just go back inside the Commune where everyone would want to see her. "Yeah, sure," japanese the redhead answered, lying back and drawing up her knees. “Nonsense,” she laughed, swinging a dish towel at me as I trotted off down the hallway.