Please mom, I want to fuck her. Can’t I be a ponyboy?? John stood at the table looking at his mom, and out the window at his slave sister Sa...ah. He had watched as his mother and father had taken a nude and struggling Sarah outside, and forced her into the hoof boots, bit, bridle, harness and tail, that forever marked her as nothing more than a ponygirl. She had turned 18, and had been caught looking at sites dealing with ponygirls. In Dolcett, looking at a site about something, and. Right on time he opens the door to finf me on the bed waiting.He walks over without saying a word and drops his shorts and pulls my head to it. I love a man that knows what he wants and will take it, Like a good gurl I sucked him and did some nice deep throating till he stops me and tells me to get on my knees. I obey him like the good gurl and hand him some lube and a condom, I love the feeling of a man pushing my skirt up and pulling my panties down. Laying there with my ass exposed to this. . I mean, ‘white’ is so nonspecific. What do you think I am? A mind-reader? Well, I mean, I am as it happens, but apparently, the almighty Genie Council says that I’m not supposed to do that without permission. Bloody meddlers. A few tiny complaints and they think that I should be put on probation. I mean, me, really? Of all the genies...”Her rant petered out as I just stared at her. Then she looked at me blankly.“Um, the wish?” I asked.“Oh yes,” she said. “So you’re sure that the girl he likes. I did that.Then i stood up and came back to the hall. The girls and lady followed me to the hall. This new komanam was slightly longer than the earlier one. Archana came then and asked if I had taken the bath. I said yes at the back yard. She appeared to be pleased and asked why the cloth looks longer now. I said I had adjusted it less on the back side. She asked me to turn around and found it was not the case. She had a doubt and walked to the back yard and noticed the wet komanam cloth. She.