Len, as usual, just took it in and said nothing.The autumn term dragged on, not helped by the fucking shitty weather. I swear it rained every day from...mid November to the end of term.A bus, train, underground, train, plane and hire-car later and we arrived at La Plagne, a set of resort villages half way up a mountain. Apartment blocks were dotted around the slopes with cable cars linking the villages and ski lifts heading off into the snow covered distance. We pulled into an underground parking. .“„Have you been to my Stables since they were enlarged, Colonel?“„I’ve never been to them yet, always seems plenty to do in the Palace.“„You might give it a try. They’ve got one really hefty pony there, I know.“„Really? That sounds interesting.“„I’d give it a try, if I were you.“„Yes... I reckon I will...“Personal NarrativeofCOLONEL PEREZAged thirty five; a handsome,wealthy Argentinean, personalfriend of Princess Karina,spending his Army leave atthe Palace of QuiremeI went down to the Stables. Mark was still behind me and wasnt fingering me anymore just grabbing my head with both hands and making me lick his boyfriends ass hole. This was the point when I realised that I would be a slut faggot for the rest of my life because no one was pleasuring me but I was hard as a rock and loving what was happening to me. After a few minutes of rimming him Paul got up and him and Mark took turns shoving their cocks in and out of my mouth telling me what a slut I was, Paul then moved round to my. If only she could move.Gently, Madam lowered the sheriff's sleeping head to the surface of the big desk, turning it so that his cheek was resting on its surface. He was mumbling something, and Penny had to concentrate hard to understand. He was counting ... softly counting: " ... thirteen, fourteen, fifteen, sixteen..." That's right, Joe. Deeper with each number. Keep counting. Deeper and deeper." Madam Dormir was coming around the desk now, walking up to her, smiling at her. "Very good, my.