Don Hugo had watched the boy run from him. He had shouted after the boy but he hadn't pursued him. He was a Count not a servant. He didn't chase after...people. He had others do that for him. Instead of chasing after the boy Don Hugo had called out for a guard. Nobody had responded. He had called out several times before he had stopped calling. Not a single person had come in response to his calls. In anger and frustration Don Hugo walked over to the bell rope hanging behind his desk and he. "Do you have a movie we can watch? Together, right here on the floor?"With a task at hand, he stood and picked through a shelf of cassettes until he found one he liked."Is Schindler's List okay?"I nodded; anything was okay if it would get his mind away from the reason we were together. He arranged huge pillows on the floor against one wall, and we leaned back to watch the movie. We were sitting hip to hip and I held his hand; I'd seen this one, and the violence was gory at times.I jumped during. He told them the position was she would be treated as a pony she would be naked and marked on a buttock and on her pubis her nipples would be pierced, and rings fitted so the reins could be attached. Each day she would be harnessed to a cart and hired out to customers five days each week. She would be available to the customers and the grooms as they wished. He was hoping to get four mature women on contract and each one would share a pen in the stable during the day with a Shetland pony which. .wo boli its okMne usse kaha k yr tum kal school mat jana koi bahana kr k ruk jana tumse baate kruga or tumhare sath tym spent kruga tumhare ghar to wo man gayi fir next day usne apne parents ko kh diya k meri tabiyat thik nahi hai to m aaj school nahi jaugi..Fir uska bhai or parents chalegaye….Unk jate he usne mujhe cal kr k bula liya or m chaat par se unk ghar chala gaya….Wo night suit mai thi,,or sexy pataka lag rhi thi….mne jate he usse pakkad liya or usse kaha k uncle aunti ka room konsa.