But you're all too real." Take your time and catch your breath," Isobel said. "But meanwhile, I'll show you what we mean, because Eddie and I waited a...l through your performances, and now we're exceptionally hot to trot, as the saying goes. Or haven't you noticed how hard his prick is?"Clayton simply gulped more whiskey, then turned his head to watch his wife lead Eddie over to the couch. Isobel said over one thin shoulder, "You really can't work up a legitimate jealousy, darling; not after. We then went upstairs and back into the bedroom where Buster was, and he was happy to see us. His tail was wagging like crazy and he jumped up on Lyle when he reached him. We then both started petting Buster because he seemed to be a bit hyper. Lyle then unhooked Busters leash, and he went right back to the closet area and layed down like he liked that area for some reason. Then Lyle said (out of the blue) the words eight times I didnt pick up on what he ment and said Whats eight times? He then. 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. Debbie sat beside me in a frilly pink and white dress, a silly pink hat on her head. It was 1971, and that's how people dressed on Sundays, way back then. I hadn't been to church in over ten years. It wasn't Deb I was trying to impress. It was her older sister, Karen, who was my goddess. I knew Karen would never have anything to do with a guy like me unless she got to know me first. I wasn't all that good looking, and I definitely wasn't rich. I didn't even own a car. But I could be a perfect.