Now, relax your jaw, and I’ll let you talk.?Jim walked up to Sarah, and removed her ball bit gag, smiling as he saw her work her jaw briefly before ...alking. ?Jim, my love, When I first saw myself, I was scared and afraid. But my pussy is dripping wet, and despite my immobility, I am still humping the dildo in my pussy. Please, give me back my pony memories, and make me your happy ponygirl. But please, one request. Will you let me talk to you, occasionally as a pony??Jim smiled, and nodded.. Of course, the red crowbar was in my hands now as we went inside. ‘Back room, sir, ma’am.’ said Patrolman Johnson as I looked around the living room. A Crime Lab team was working on two walls. Cindy and I went back into what looked like a den study, with windows to the backyard. ‘Ah, Commander, Captain,’ said the Chief, who was near the doorway. ‘Glad you could join us.’ He swept his hand towards the scene. It was not clear if Dr. Laramie Wilkins was a very light-skinned black man, or a. Access to a walk up bar for liquid warmth from a nice little corner stoop that nobody would bother to steal since it’s on the outskirts of the celebration area. I was perfectly content to pass the time just drinking beers and minding my own business. But like I said things happen unexpectedly. I was a few hours and four beers in to my night when a pretty little thing caught my eye. She was a petite thing, curving slightly here and there. But her appeal was in her style. She wore a short black. Peters.”“You certainly should be. Why, I have a good mind to... Stand up, Miss Harkin.” She did so, her skirt falling back into place.“Turn around.” She turned so that her back was to him.“Now, show the whole class exactly what you were doing.”The whole what? Then she understood. She whirled around to face him. “Oh please, no, Mr. Peters!” she cried in mock distress. “I’m sorry, really I am. I won’t do it again, I promise! Please, Mr. Peters, don’t make me...”He slammed his hand down.