I became accustomed to our routine; when I would get there, we would talk for a little bit, and have a soda, or some fruit, or something. Then we’d...go over to his large sofa, and turn on the TV to watch a show, or a movie, and either start cuddling right away, or do something else I liked; sometimes Paul would let me rub his back, which I loved to do, or I would sit on the floor and he would sit on the couch, and he would brush and play with my hair for a long, long time. I wasn’t old enough. How many months had he been on the farm? Five? Six? It was difficult to keep track of time as a pony slave. He was regularly fucked, toyed with and disciplined by the cowgirl trainers and other slaves alike. It was increasingly difficult to remember his old life as the drugs caused his memories to fade a little more each day. Dany couldn’t even remember his last name anymore. Now he was “Dany Luvsdick.” He’d never be allowed to forget his new title since it was labeled clearly on the front of. "Then the ceiling started to spin, and suddenly I was on my back again!She surfaced again from under the covers and looked at me."I knew you'd do that," she said simply, "You got a little over excited." Well is it any bloody wonder?" then my nose started to twitch, and I realised the bed reeked. In fact, I reeked too!She sat up, pulling a sheet up over her breasts and smiled at me."Don't you remember anything?" Exactly what is it that I should be remembering?" Meeting me in town for instance?". Not a word. Understand?" I nodded as he began to pump himself in and out of quickly. I was okay for the first 5 minutes but then he began to pump faster. And faster. And suddenly, harder. I bit back a whimper as he pounded me. Then he stopped. Almost as if he'd forgotten something and then he moved back, pulling out of me completely. I didn't have to ask, I just opened my mouth. He moved and put just the head of his cock into my mouth. I started to suck. He didn't have to tell me what to do I.