Even so, there is a worm of doubt wiggling in my mind. For a moment I have returned to the world I once used to inhabit but now I must come back to th... new world in all its grimness. Back to plain boring food; back to working below stairs; back to being Cinderella in her tattered clothes. Actually, no clothes at all in my case. Perhaps it would have been wiser to leave well alone?Shortly after, two of the Domestics bustle in - Damdinsuryn and Batachikan - and my routine begins again. Tidying.. I smirked as I reached around, burying my face in her tits as I struggled to unfasten the nine or ten hooks that kept it strapped to her chest. Her breasts smelt like baby powder, somehow appropriate I thought as I kissed each one lightly.Mrs. Jordon giggled as I struggled to unfasten her restraint. My fingers trembled with lust as I fiddled with each hook. Finally I managed to pull her bra free, revealing her pale breasts, saggy with age and use. But they were beautiful, large and full. Her. It was the time of summer vacations we decided to visit my chachi and chachi’s house. So we headed to KOTA.(My heroin Aunty ;) lived in KOTA) As soon as we reached the KOTA railway station my chacha was already waiting for us to take to their home as we already informed them that we are coming. Maine unke pair chue ( just a formality of our generation) and he asked me“Kaise ho beta, tum toh bohot bade hogaye ho!” I replied “Badiya maje mai, aap bataiye chachi aur aapka business kaisa chlra he”. When I went down to the Stables to have a look at her, it was early evening and the other Ponies had just returned from their afternoon Training Session. There were seven of them, so the new girl, who’s name was Amanda, made their number up to eight. As usual at that time of day, there were plenty of well-striped hindquarters about and there was lots of whimpering, whinnying and sobbing going on as, having beenhosed in the yard, the Ponies were being rubbed down by the stable hands. The noise.