I was about to squat down to get better access to his cock but the guy made me stand and spread out my legs. I felt some sort of liquid being put on m... ass, his hands were rubbing my bud and slipped a finger inside. I tried to relax y ass and let his finger go in deeper. He then inserted to fingers and work them in and out, I let out a moan and lifted my one leg onto the sink. “oh this puta is a pro” the janitor said it kind of made me feel good, like i’m special and the guys are actually lucky. She went to a set of drawers designed especially for her personal bath toiletries and removed sandalwood bubble bath, some scented salts and beads and a few candles. She turned to walk back out of her closet and smiled as a loud clap of thunder, and the sounds of heavily falling rain filled the room. She shivered with anticipation. Walking into her big newly decorated bathroom, she set her things down on the counter and removed her plush white bathrobe. When she had decorated she said she. Worst though and maybe the reason that I felt so embarrassed was that I could feel that my own sex in my panties was decidedly puffy. ?Beautiful isn’t she?? The question snapped me back out of my drifting thoughts. It was the man holding her reins who had spoken. To my further embarrassment, I realised he’d addressed me rather than the small group of my companions. My boss and I had just arrived as guests at the Wallinghurst Pony Club, neither of us had had any inkling that it was going to be. "What?" she asked, pausing her sobs for a moment.They were in the house now, and the air was cooler."I asked, 'why are you crying?'. The name is Billy, by the way. "She ignored his extended arm, and looked around. The house seemed like a glorified version of a teenage room: Music, wrestling and comix posters decorated the walls, and an assortment of high-tech toys, miniatures and magazines was stashed about. What shocked her most, though, were pictures and posters of her. They were everywhere..