A schoolgirl about to cop it yet again.This time there were no traces of an occupant in the room and she set to work. Legs spread wide with feet on th... floor pulled the whole body too far back so that little was visible between them. Feet on the back strut was rejected too because the legs were too close together.But then she discovered that if from that position she moved the feet out to the side bars she could toe them in, wrapped round the back legs of the horse.She'd got it. The bum was up. I doubt she'll remember. Last year was celebrated with a well-deserved beating.God, I love her.When we first came here we were runaways who thought we knew it all. We knew she lived alone, was the heiress of a bakery fortune and that she lived alone and unguarded, close to the bad part of town. We never thought to ask why. So we pulled a home invasion, intent on robbing and probably killing her, but she turned the tables on us so easily. We were pathetic. One bottle of drugged wine and we woke. They were Mr. and Mrs. Prendergast and Mr. G., as he liked to becalled, and his date, Julie - the cumquat du jour as Master referred toher. Suddenly I realized that this was indeed a special little cruise.There were four accomplished and handsome Alpha Males and fourextraordinarily beautiful young sissies.Peter Prendergast was another old friend of Sir John's and his wife,Raquel, was a stunning sissy, although not really a frilly and fussy asthe other sissies aboard.Mr. G., or Fred Gingerman,. To my happy surprise, the rest entered without a problem. Once I was in up to the hilt, Jenny let out a long breath.Now it was truly time for me to turn this sweet girl into a woman. Placing my hands on Jenny's hips, I pushed her forward gently and watched as inch by inch of my dick appeared from between her tender cheeks. Once I was about half way out, I pushed back in again. Jenny grunted but I continued without hesitation.This became our rhythm for the first ten minutes or so. I would pull.