She remembered her childhood, being forced to become a ponygirl, just like her mother. She remembered her mother nuzzling her to encourage her to tro..., and even her mother’s scent as she grew older. She remembered the times her ass was cropped, her thighs feeling the sting of the trainers crop as he demanded higher knees, and better posture. She continued to get the memories from her life, a life of bliss and training as a ponygirl. She felt her pussy moisten as she finally remembered her. A strong, musky aroma assailed his nostrils. She moaned as his probing fingers prodded her clit."What are you doing, white boy," the woman asked. She was reclining at the top of the bed, supported by a mound of pillows."Just making sure she's good and ready," he replied."Oh, I'm ready," the maid gasped, gripping the foot board more tightly. Chuck had just stuffed two fingers into her twat. "Stick that thing in me, now."Chuck withdrew his fingers and, with his eyes fixed on the woman, slowly. I was so horny I finger fucked myself right out side your bedroom window." I went down and ate up all the cum I had spent out on the bed. Then she came over and licked what was left off of my lips. We both kissed each other and I knew right then that Pam and I were meant for each other. We went to sleep and woke up the next morning we both smelled like cock, cum and pussy so we took a shower and Pam went home. She told me to rest up she wanted to watch me suck my cock tonight.I walked around. Would you like a cup of tea?”“After our meeting, dear. It is important that you pay attention.”“Right.” She called, “Hermione! Meeting with Jessica, now!”Hermione appeared from where she had been attending to the babies, with a satisfied smile on her face. Once the door was closed and it was just the three of them, Jessica briefed them on the new plans for the next few days.“This is all because of the publicity that the train crash will bring, and we want attention to be on the company’s.