"This is Emily. Don't be rough to her, please."Emily waved her hand at the two. One of them was a tall boy, probably asenior, with short ginger hair a...d freckles. Her attention, however,settled on the other boy. He was shorter and thinner than his friend, andwore a black tight t-shirt that showed off his well toned chest. He haddeep blue eyes and straight raven black hair styled in a side bang. Helooked like the typical Emo kid. "Welcome. I'm Shane, but you can call meTwinblades," the Emo boy. Her bikini bottoms were moved way to the side and her arms were stretched out in front of her, secured to two seperate points fairly far apart. A strong leather strap was run up over the small of her back securing her to the bench. Someone chuckled and said "mares breeding bench. This oughtta be fun." Erin heard that and was terrified. She heard the clump clump clump of hooves and heard a horse snort. Terror set in. She began to babble and plead about the time a ball gag was stuffed in her. “Time to put a hat on Doctor Cock, hon,” I sighed, knowing it was better to be safe than sorry. “Mommy definitely doesn’t want a big surprise in nine months time.”My son made a face. “Mom,” he winced as he grabbed his jeans from the chair where he had thrown them and took a rubber out of his wallet. His hands were shaking as he tore open the packet and awkwardly rolled the spunk catcher onto his hard prick. “Uh, okay,” he mumbled with his red face looking fit to burst. “Are you really sure. She was breathing rather loudly in that deep, recovering- from-an-orgasm sort of way. Her face flushed dark red as she caught my eye, and she quickly pulled her hand from her waistband and stepped rather unsteadily away.The show closed at 1:00 am. I helped Shelly and her assistant release the girls from the "stages" on which they had performed. Shelly introduced me to each of them and explained that I was the one who had rigged the equipment and designed the safety interrupt. The girl with.