So let’s make the best of a bad situation and have ourselves a proper snuff party!” “I don’t know…” Robbie sighed. “Look at ...er, he said.” They both looked at Chrissy sitting on the couch, her slender legs curled up underneath her. “Like I said, she’s gonna die one way or the other. Why let her go to waste?” After a final moment of consideration, Marco relented. “Okay. Have your fun with her. Just make sure you put a bullet in her brain when you’re done.” “Oh, no,”. Any show of pleasure while being bred resulted in a punishment from my uncle. He claimed it helps separate bringing the ponies pleasure and breeding them, but I think it was mostly my uncle being an ass. The concept of bringing pleasure to anyone but himself was foreign to him.My pets never complained about the rare occasions they had to spend with one of the workers from the Stables, but I could tell from their looks when I told them of the request they didn’t enjoy the experience. Even my. At the time I was in my early 30's. The girls came in a variety of shapes and sizes with our encounters going from a short one week fling to staying FWB for years to come. My first encounter came about shortly after I started. I was called upon to assist an upset lady who was in her late 40's. She was attractive…bleached blonde hair, well dressed and busty, likely a 36D. Her tits were slightly exposed as she wore a deep plunging top with rhinestones around the neckline. When her issue was. I had time. I offered to race upstairs and don my jersey; I would be back before the commercial ended. They conferred. They agreed but I needed to offer something in penance to appease the football gods. I scoffed and suggested shots. My mistake. They heartily and eagerly agreed. Belly shots it would be.In an instant I was lifted into the air with a man holding each limb and my hubby cradling my ass. They carried to the pool table and laid me down. Tequila, of course. I was first. It was a two.