.." she moaned as his middle finger slithered upward between the two eagerly pulsating lips of her open cunt. "Stevieeeeee... oooooohh that's nice... ...uck your mama with your finger, Stevie..."She gripped his cock tighter and was stroking wildly, her mouth opening mindlessly in a long, drawn-out groan. Then suddenly she could take it no longer. Her brain reeled -- yes, she had to have her son-in- law's cock in her mouth... Abruptly her head bent... He grabbed her neck and pushed her down into. I followed Deborah downstairs and into the kitchen where she toldme to sit at the large wooden table as she busied around in the kitchenmaking sandwiches. As she prepared lunch I sat in silence picking at thefabric of the robe. I glanced across at the French door which had a bitof wood taped over the pane I had broken through and the glass had beencleaned away, how long was I out for? I looked at my watch, 11:23 itread. I looked back toward Deborah, who I caught staring in my directionbefore. He's been around longer'n I have, and I really don't think about it as much as he does. He told me that's all he likes to do: fuck girls. I guess he does it every day." And what about you?"Donald grinned. "I do it now and then, when I can." When you can," Suzanne repeated the words, her voice dripping sarcasm. "Why don't you admit you screw around just as much as your brother? I've heard stories, and I think they're true. All you kids in this neighborhood do is screw. No wonder there are so. I slowly wandered my way to the ponygirl part of the market. Whilst mostof the slave girls were given the status of beasts, these girls wereliterally treated as beasts. They were trained housed and behaved justlike real ponies and consequently had a strange fascination. In theponygirl section the girls were all dressed in amazing tack, some hadadditional magical modifications and sported real tails, hoofs and afine layer of downy fur. Whether modified or not, they had all been carefully trained.