“Keen to get home for a fuck, are we mum?” Mum let out a very audible gasp before shouting “ROSS GORMAN … you stop that right now” “What d...d he do mum?” My smile just broadened. “Never you mind young girl… When we get home, we are all going to have a serious talk” mum’s response was spoken with the authority of a determined mother I was starting to get horny as I sat there and I knew that if I wanted to take care of my hardening cock when we got home it would have to be by my own hand as Dad. .. molded and adapted .... until, as a fully trained Pony, she was able to serve and please others to the limit of her capabilities.So, with Miss Modesty watching apprehensively, I put Miss Snooty into a chariot-like close-carriage, fastened her arms high up on her back in the leathern ‘sleeve’ and adjusted the shoulder-supports so that they were about three-quarters up.This is about right for ordinary work. Then I put on the small saddle, from which the stirrups hung down and back, got into my. ”I looked at her funny and she said, “Four pair of panties gets you four fucks from me. You have three more coming. Goodnight lover.”The next day in school Tim said, “I love that game. Can I keep it another day or two?”I said, “Sure. Whatever.”Then Tim said, “Claire wants you to come over tonight. She said that she likes you. Maybe she’ll let you fuck her. She won’t let me do her.”I said, “You’re her brother.”Tim laughed and said, “Yeah, but that girl grew up over the winter. Have you seen her. "It's been a while since I've really tasted a man, you know?"Nanette shrugged. "I guess the novelty has worn off for me. After a while it's all the same. But Sully is okay...safe, you know? Doesn't let things get out of hand if there are other men involved. And he is a pretty good fuck. He lasts forever. Bad tipper though."She glanced wistfully toward the cracked vase where she kept her tips. I knew that she and her fiancé were trying to save money to marry and keep house. Prostitutes, like.