Her hooves, despite being described in such an ugly word, perfectly matched not just the shape of a pair of expensive high heels, but the iconic sound...as they touched the hard marble floor, a sound that would arouse any man. He turned in his chair as she circled around the desk, brushing her fingers across the smooth wood. Her eyes were on the prize, the bulge in his pants making itself painfully obvious in his anticipation.Good, so she visually appealed to her master. She aroused him, she. She greeted her Aunt and thanked her for coming to pick her up.Harriet steered the car out onto the public road and as she accelerated towards the village, she asked, “So, how did you find your first day at my school, Sally. Did the teachers need to cane you already?”Sally’s nervous state sent her brain into overdrive and she stupidly tried to hide the truth with, “No, Ma’am, just the nine strokes you asked Mrs McDonald to give me this morning. They were very hard and I’m still sore.”Her Aunt. Machoke had broken countless humans physically. But also, mentally. He did it through different means than a Psychic Pokémon would, but he was perhaps even more successful. Humans willingly died for this Machoke’s pleasure, because he was an unstoppable force of sexual and physical dominance, ready to reward worship.In fact, Stephen actually kept some count of all the people Machoke killed, and it was close to sixty, he thought. There was one really eager male who would make for sixty-one.A. Age 35?I open our door for her while busy in first chat with an even prettier neighbour I fancy, Shahaan. Iran.I am completely surprised by Mehwash. I even didn't know her name then. Asked her next time I saw her.I am still looking into deep dark brown big eyes of another exquisite exotic beauty. Sideways see'r bend.I am presented her bottom as she bent over to seek in her shopping bag while my eyes still shine @ Shahaan.I am presented purple box. Heart shape. Dash of them in red. Without.