”***After we finished our dessert, we headed to the lounge. It was dark inside, except for the spotlight on the band. We chose a booth close to the ...tage and ordered a couple Margaritas. The band was excellent, and the singer was better than average; she sang mostly oldies and did justice to a few Streisand songs.I held out my hand and looked at Abby. “Shall we?”There was only one other couple dancing when I took her in my arms. We moved across the dance floor effortlessly. I was taken back by. "FUUUCCCkkkk!" He grunted as he started to blow his load. Brittany grabbed his cock and started jerking it into her open mouth, pumping thick loads of spunk down her throat, before swallowing with a loud "Gulp!" "Thanks for breakfast Boss!" She smiled as she stood up, licking her lips and adjusting her skirt. Mr Jones had made it plain to Brittany that the dress code for her job would be 'Slutty and Revealing' which was more than okay with her. Today she was wearing a tight, low cut blouse and. Emily and I both have loved our weekend here, Mistress. But the thought of what could happen with our families, social groups, and the attention it would draw to the farm if we were to disappear is too great to risk being selfish. We would like to remain as ponies, but we don’t want to risk the safety of the farm, or our long term conversion, just yet. We would, however, like to request to return each weekend, and on our breaks, until we graduate, by which time, everyone concerned could draw. The Signup Poster read thusly:BLACK POWDER RIFLESFour Credit HoursA Journey to the PastMeet with an experienced olde time rifle makerBuild the kit from HellTrack of the Wolf 80% Kits.The tear-off hangtags gave my number... 672-8828.The poster went up before Summer semester was over. Three days later I got my first call.“What do you mean by the kit from Hell?”“Do you know anything about Track of the Wolf?”“No,” the male voice said.“Call or write for a catalog,” I said. “Call me if you still want.