I don’t know about the heart, but it sure as hell wasn’t tempering my lust any. I was glad our driver was a man. The tent in my pants was embarras...ing enough as it was. There wasn’t any way that I could rearrange myself so that it wasn’t obvious what was going on. In the club had been bad enough, but here…When we were nearly there, my phone buzzed in my pocket; a text from Addie, you left?needed to leave with Dad. where were u?next time there will show u the hidden cubbyholes.Shit, so they had. I reached around the back of my thigh and resumed my finger play. My moans soon filled the room again. My nimble fingers danced around my throbbing clit sending waves of pleasure travel through my body. I'd switch between clit play to slipping my middle finger deep into my pussy and squeeze tightly around then release for more clit play. I knew I was about to cum, my body was trembling and I felt the stirring deep within my body.My orgasm washed over me ***** a moan to escape my lips that. She remembered her childhood, being forced to become a ponygirl, just like her mother. She remembered her mother nuzzling her to encourage her to trot, and even her mother’s scent as she grew older. She remembered the times her ass was cropped, her thighs feeling the sting of the trainers crop as he demanded higher knees, and better posture. She continued to get the memories from her life, a life of bliss and training as a ponygirl. She felt her pussy moisten as she finally remembered her. He reaches up, takes the fingers on her right hand, andpulls on them downward, saying “Kneel down, here, infront of me.” She finds herself instantly dropping toher knees, realizing she is between Master’s knees,directly in front of Him. Their faces are inches apart,and maintaining eye contact becomes difficult. Shestarts to look away, and quickly feels a hand pullingher hair hard. “Maintain eye contact I said,” wereMaster’s words, not harsh, but firm. Her.