Not hearing the sounds of a party I look at the paper Sam had written her address on and find I am in the right place. Knocking I hear someone coming ...loser and the door opens to one of the hottest little bodies I had seen in a long time, thinking that I had been wrong, the helper suit didn’t really show her off as well as I had thought. She was tanned and tiny, nice b-cup breasts and nipples poking out at me like unsharpened pencils. A short little school girl skirt covering a wonderfully. Johnson. The law can't pick and choose whomto convict. What type of a world would we live in if the law weren't impartial?? Margaretwas standing behind Kim smiling at her earnest pleas for mercy. From hervantage point she could look right down Kim's shirt and see the ample cleavageshowing through the thin material. What a slut. Soon she would pay. Margaret walked to her chair and sat down behind her desk. ?Ms. Johnson,this probation violation is a serious offence. By all rights I should sendyou. They cheered when Mistress Eve yanked my panties off, and my nipples got just a little bit harder. We finished the routine and stood in line facing the guests. Number Two was breathing hard and her breasts heaved. ?What is the matter with you?? I asked without moving my lips. (Being a pony slave teaches one how to talk like a ventriloquist and we have even learned to communicate with our mouths filled with bits. Over the years we’ve developed a new form of language that only pony girls can. You lick your lips. Your eyes glued to mine as your kisses travel downward. Your fingers caress my thighs. You lick your lips again, your eyes still on my face. Then your mouth touches the tip of my cock. You swirl your tongue around the tip and your kisses travel down my shaft. Your hands gently hold my freshly shaved balls. Your mouth envelopes around my shaft, warm and moist. You take me in deeper and deeper. My hands are on the back of your head forcing you down on my cock. My fingers.