I feel his hand drift down my side to my ass and a sharp prick his me on the right cheek. Suddenly I feel woosy and everything goes black. He lets my ...edated body fall to the floor as he walks into the tack room and gets a wheel barrow. He puts me in the wheel barrow and pushes it into a stall across from the one set up for the horse. In the stall is a blanket on top of hay bedding a water bowl and a trough with oats. On the wall there are steel rings for tying things to and some bars hanging. She could make us into anything and anyone (at least on the outside) that she wanted us to be. She could have made Katy, Holly and Beth into parodies of Cinderella's step sisters. She could have made me into a Brad Pitt or Arnold Schwarzenegger look alike. As you've seen she mostly left me looking like myself, except I'd have never made it past about 5'4" in height without Confederacy medical technology. Thus I can say with some assurance that either we will find Katy alive or we won't. That is. I bent it down and I leaned forward and I still had a hard time getting it out. I looked over at Alex and he wasn’t doing any better than I was. Finally I relaxed just enough to start pissing a steam that even I couldn’t believe. I out did my previous records but only tied Cindy’s from the day before. Alex finally got himself under control too and matched me. We were feeling terrific when Cindy got down, spread her pussy lips wide, and shot a stream another foot past us. I could not believe. He noticed a very large mirror on the far wall and walked over in front of it, realizing they were actually her sliding closet doors. He looked at himself in the mirror and flexed his arms a bit, laughing to himself. He turned around and scanned the room. Not knowing where the thought came from, he began imagining her in her underwear. As he stood with the mirror now behind him he thought maybe thats what Jaclyn did at night before climbing into bed. Possibly she stands in front of her mirror.