“You are so amazing” Zoey said to me while we kissed once more. She had to leave early and I waved her goodbye as she left the locker room. I was ...eft alone in the locker room getting my clothes. Yoga was over and I was reunited with my friend. “So how did you think of yoga” she asked as we walked along to the transit station. “It was great” I said smiling. I looked up and it was starting to get late. The train ride back seemed like a long one; both of us were sore and tired. I looked over. Sneha hurriedly pushed me to her room. She brought some oil from the kitchen and poured on the floor and poured some water on her hair. She covered herself with a towel and went to answer the door.Sneha told the house owner lady that she just took bath and was cooking and since some oil was on the floor, the utensils fell down. The lady was not totally convinced though and asked if she was alone in the house. Sneha somehow convinced her and closed the door.I came out and Sneha grabbed me and. Mandi now realised she was at a Pony girl training school.Did they really intend to train her to perform like one of these fetish bitches; She had seen pictures of the girls pulling various carts but mainly two wheeler buggy type carts. The photo's she recalled seeing showed the girls doing obscenely high stepping trots or being whipped to go faster. Her heart sank thinking this was to be her fate after so much punishment and segregation.She was pushed towards an empty cage and securely locked. It would tickle my lips with its glorious taste of female juices that blossomed like the elixir of youth inside my mouth dripping on my taste buds like a present from the Gods to reward my for my struggle to do his will here on Earth.“Harry, may I ask you what your intentions are to me? Do you see me as just a bit of fun or do you want to have a real relationship with me? I think I can make you happy just as you take care of my needs in a way that few men have done before. I am willing to do.