”“But Tony doesn’t play football, does he?” they shook their heads. “Cause Tony’s too small and frail for football, isn’t he?”“I’l... get bigger,” he said.“Yeah, but never as big and strong as Robert. Robert will be a big strong man some day and you, well you won’t. You’ll be a pretty boy all your life. You know, you look like a girl in the face. So, soft and attractive, and your body is shaped like a girl as well. A fine thin waist and looks like a round little ass too, baby.”“You take that. The story can continue if it is liked.Tarl L’Huntre.Sophie dragged herself up the short grassy mound and stretched her beautiful long limbs. The air was getting colder and she cursed the bastards who were chasing her. She was confused by her circumstances and scared, very, very scared. Standing stock still in a small clearing Sophie looked around. It was quiet; there was no sound at all. Then, suddenly, the whole was alive. Sophie was nearly sick when she heard voices close by. A voice in. Even considering how much had spurted out of her mouth, she must have gotten a nice bellyful of slimy horse jizz and squirmy equine sperm cells, and she didn’t look all too happy about that.Her friends certainly were impressed, though! They quickly cheered her up by patting her on the back so she could finish with a big disgusting gulp which made her wince but was important so that none of the horse’s think and sticky spunk would remain gargling in her throat. Then they took a quick group. She has standards. Good for her. The owner of the lot walked up and admired how well the R O A D M A S T E R looked from the cleaning Dave had given her.“Should have charged you more, but a deal’s a deal. Here’s the paperwork and the keys. Looks like the two of you will be happy together.“Dave threw the bucket with cleaning supplies into the trunk.“Maybe next time you will.”He climbed behind the wheel and put the key into the ignition. He checked the rearview mirror and saw a pair of bright.