Now both of you, go over there and take all your clothes off!”We both hurried into what was a large horse box, with lots of straw and little else. I...grinned at Caitlin, who looked a little anxious. “What did she mean, handler?” “Don’t worry, baby” I whispered. “This will be fun, I’m sure, and you’re with me.”“Shut up in there!” shouted Natalie. “You don’t speak unless I let you. Now get those bloody clothes off – we have a lot to do.”Quickly we were naked and came out to where our handlers were. Janet chickened out at the last minute, and asked me, a non Board member, to speak on her behalf. Nicklaus Slaight was chair, or emcee, or circus ringmaster, or whatever. He was thrilled that I volunteered to tell the throng that their wee ones would be spending the remainder of the school year in the buck, as he hoped to split for safer parts when the news registered ... safer places like Chernobyl.As the parents gathered near the front, I intercepted Greg Foster, coach of the high school's. All six horses were unsaddled and turned out to pasture to get acquainted. I noticed that Kim and Cathy's fillies seemed to hang around together as they roamed around the pasture.All of a sudden I got a surprise as I looked out the window. It seemed that Grace's mare was in heat. My stallion noticed it and was sniffing around the mare quite enthusiastically. I knew what was going to happen so I had everybody come out to the back deck so Cathy and Kim could get a lesson about what goes on at a. Well, innocent wasn’t exactly the right word, she decided, but it would do. Maybe naive was better. The way Ella had flaunted herself in Dubai hadn’t been innocent, nor had the way she’d reacted when Marilyn had oiled her toned body. She smiled again. And the way she’d fucked Bruno had been anything but innocent… ‘We’re going to celebrate your success this afternoon, darling,’ she told her, softly clinking her cognac glass against Ella’s. There was no need to disclose more. Not for the moment..