Harnesses covered their bodies, attached to the rickshaw. My bitches helped me into the rickshaw. A riding crop lay coiled on the rickshaw's seat. I g...abbed it and snapped the end on my ponies tanned asses. They giggled, pulling my rickshaw at a jog while my bitches ran alongside. The busy streets cleared for us. The Citizens bowed—only Diane and her servants used a pony girl rickshaw—as we passed. I could tell their professions based on how they dressed: janitors in charcoal coveralls,. But in all honesty, I think it’s hot. I guess from now on, we need to leave the door fully open so you can watch anytime you want. Maybe we will put on a show for you."My heart was racing. My head was spinning. My ego was inflated from all of the praise my wife and daughter were giving.Catching me playing with my cock through my shorts my wife said, "Honey, are you enjoying yourself over there?" Oh yes. This is great. You are telling these girls how great I am, and I am witnessing conversation. Dan’s door was closed so I tapped lightly on the outside and listened for a response. Hearing nothing, I eased the door open and peered inside. Under the blankets, I could see that Dan was face down on the bed, his arms and legs spread so that he occupied the entire space.His head was turned to the left, so I went to the left side of the bed where I could see his face. His face was relaxed, his eyes were closed and he was breathing in that loud not-quite-snoring way of his. The blankets had. "I stayed silent for a few seconds and pecked his forehead. "Yes, keep calling me by my first name. You aren't about to cum yet, are you? I feel your dick vibrating a bit."He failed to answer, but I felt his heart beating as I kept pressing my body onto his. He even let his hands fall off my jugs, so I knew his defenses were shutting down. Even with that in mind, I didn't hold back on him.I even let the head of his dick come onto my pussy, and I rubbed it all over as I made out with him. I.