It'll be fun. Sex in a barn. A literal roll in the hay.
A riding crop put to good use. That's what you said. We did have fun, I'll
admit to that. We laughed and played and then you rode me hard. But, now
it's time to meet our friends. I don't want to complain, but I have hay
prickles in places no hay should ever be. Hell, I have HAY in places no hay
should ever be. My eyes are running and I think I'm going to sneeze. Next
time, please, let's take the crop to the bedroom. There we can roll and play
in virtual hay. Whatta you say?