So, the last one’s my sex slave, right?? ?Actually, no, the last one’s your horse trainer slave. It’s usually not wise to trust ponyslav...s to hired help. They haven’t been training in proper loyalty. You don’t know how to handle ponyslaves, and even if you did I don’t think you’d want to go through the trouble of the parts other than beating the insolence out of them. Technically you could get a partial servant to do it, but I’m guessing that if there’s another attractive young. “Your mom and dad can’t come to see you now. You will be staying with me and if you’re good, you might see your mom and dad in a couple days. Right now you are going to take off those dirty clothes and shower.”“I’m hungry” she says.“After you clean up I will get you some food. Now hurry up and remove those dirty clothes and shower up”I grab her and bring her to the shower room for her to get cleaned up. I grabbed her a couple sandwiches from my nearby study. I have a monitor there and I turn it. When we get back on dry land, I notice the beach is already abandoned, and my mind starts spinning possible scenarios for what might happen next. I keep them all to myself for now, and give you a towel after shaking the sand off of it. I dry my skin and walk a bit from you, deep in thought. I look into the sunset, wondering what you're thinking. I feel your hand around my waist and turn my head to smile at you. I wrap my arm around your shoulders and pull you ever so slightly into me. My skin. I try to squeeze you with all the muscles of my lower stomach, trying to hold you inside me. “Where do you want me to cum?”“aahhh!” I can’trespond. The sensation of my orgasm is starting to roll upon me. “Where do you want me to cum, tell me now or I'll stop?”“In…..side…..me.” is all I can mutter. “Good girl, now let me feel you cum. Let me feel your orgasm on my cock!” With a gentle rub of your thumb on my clitoris it rolls over me. My feet lift up into the air as I tense and start to kick up.