Jason stood bewildered in the middle of his room for a moment, and then began to unpack.Jason stood bewildered in the middle of his room for a moment, and then began to unpack. He decided to make use of the drawers and the wardrobe, and began carefully folding and stowing what he'd brought, both the kinky and the mundane. He noticed one of the drawers was locked. When he'd finished, and was ready for bed, it was almost an hour later. Since she hadn't showed up yet, he decided to look for Mandy to ask what time they usually got up. Forgetting her warning about "wandering around", he headed out to explore. At a door half way down the hall, he stopped, hearing soft moans from within. Not really wanting to peep, he did anyway, peeking past the half-open door. It was obvious where the noise was coming from, but it took him a few moments to figure out exactly what was going on. It was a bizarre scene. Mandy was sitting astride what looked like a child's wooden 'rocking-horse', although few children had hobby horses like this one. Flora was strapped into a harness under the seat, inside the open-frame "body" of the horse, her body arched back, and her legs bound to the rockers in a kneeling position. Her arms were laced behind her into a tight leather armbinder which was attached to the harness at her waist. |