.. primarily because he claimed to be a Wiccan and the passing spirits of the wind told him of all that occurred outside our walls.Uh, huh ... right. ...ell, to each to their own. Adam did always seem to know when something interesting was about to happen, but the rest of us naturally assumed that the kid was just hyper-sensitive and nearly as paranoid as his salaried bosses were. The guy was downright strange though and no ever called him ‘Wojo’ or even ‘Ski’, just Adam. The kid might be crazy. Again, Master kept her running in them until with practice her initial tottering had returned to her graceful gait. Finally she was fitted with a leather head harness, a bit and reins, and made to trot in them til she completely forgot about their intrusion on her head.Master Peter smiled to himself, his long training whip urging his now well-trained pony onwards into a trot. He knew this would be a perfect afternoon for their first ride in the sunny upstate New York countryside. So her led her. You don’t have to have sex with me. But would you at least be willing to eat me out?” Joni gave Dukey a really sad look with the bottom lip curled out.Dukey sat down and looked Joni over as she pulled her pants down to her knees and pulled her shirt above her boobs. He could smell a wonderful fragrance drifting from between Joni’s legs.Dukey took in a deep breath and savored the scent one more time, “Oh I guess some licking won’t hurt anything. I’ll uh ... Just pretend you’re a real girl or. My ears are filled with his constant dirty talk and the sounds of my slurping and breathing. I can feel his cock in my mouth, hot and velvety. I can feel the head press against the back of my throat. I can feel the shaft with its veins, sliding over my tongue. I feel his cock grow just a bit and his balls pull up and his breathing changes."Boy! I'm going to shoot, boy. You ready to eat my load?" I groan my assent. That was fast. I must be doing a good job, and he was obviously horned up. I've.