I sat back upright again, trying not to bring attention to her, but she loves the attention, she puts her hand between her legs and pulls the love egg...out of her, showing me the complete thing, buzzing and soaking wet. People in the area can see us too, she takes a napkin and sucks the juices from it, wraps the napkin around and puts it in her bag. When we finish our drinks and leave the bar people were actually applauding. We were smiling. We certainly felt the attraction, just like my friend. I was on my way to pick up my girlfriend, Susan, and go on to a costume party put on by the law firm we both work for.She had dared me to come as a sleazy hooker. I was surprised to hear myself agreeing, but I have never been able to resist a dare. I took home the items she had purchased for me the day before. While I dressed I had a few martinis to get my nerve up. I took a bath and shaved my legs and had one martini.I got out of the bath made myself another martini and then slipped into the. Taylor guessed that she was in her early thirties."Ms. Foster is one of our new nominees," the black woman said. "The Foundation is taking care of all of her expenses." Of course," Mei-Ling replied as she typed in the proper code on the registration. "Welcome to the Grand Astoria, Ms. Foster." she beamed as she handed Taylor an electronic key to her room. Enjoy your stay." Thank you." Taylor said in a relief filled voice."Are you okay?" the woman in blue asked. "You seem a little flushed." Just. Her mouth was forced half-open by a thick black bit gag. Her nipples were pierced, with little silver bells that jingled while she walked. On her feet were knee-high black boots. Her lustrous hair was gathered back in a ponytail, but an almost-identical tail sprouted from between her buttocks.?This is a ponygirl. Her name is Jackpot. Obviously that’s not her given name, but a ponygirl almost always receives a new one more appropriate for her station in life. Ponygirls need to be in good.