‘I’m glad that you’re feeling relaxed. Being with you is affecting me, too. For a long time, I was sure I’d never be happy again.’ She slipp...d her foot out of her clog and rubbed it on his leg. It was more of a comforting caress than a sexual overture, that would happen soon enough. The tenderness was interrupted by a buzzing in her pocket. The displayed telephone number was from the 646 area code and was not listed in her contacts. She considered letting the call switch over to her voice mail,. The girls in this role are held to a very rigid standard,” he explained that it took many years to become a ponygirl. “They are the pride and joy of Sunny Manor as far as I am concerned. The pony stables are a tradition like the Clydesdales once were for Busch Garden. We place our girls in National and International Competitions! They are like local sports stars. Everyone in the community knows their names.”“Wow, that is amazing!” my Dad seemed impressed.“I wouldn’t expect Charity to be able to. I began to notice that the vibrator was getting weaker as the batteries were getting low. She was looking weak, as the bondage had worn her down. It was 12:25 and I purposely made a noise, She perked up ‘Master is that you?’ she asked. I sat quietly in the chair observing her. She began to sob again, ‘Master must hate me now’ her voice cracking between the words. ‘No I don’t precious, I could never hate you.’ I answered. She straitened herself up and said in a soft voice, ‘Master, I didn’t hear. . please” Jenny softly cried, despite knowing it was useless. Her stepfather pressed his nine inch cock against her tiny Asian asshole. Her stepfather grabbed her soft hips, expecting that she would writhe in pain, and she did. Once the head of his cock entered her tiny ass, she let out a high pitched blood curdling scream. Her legs kicked and she clawed forward until she collapsed onto the floor. “Hey! Stop moving bitch!” Her stepdad yelled as he began to smack her ass multiple times with his.