My fingers slide down from my clit into my wetness. I play with my soft swollen lips, stroking them gently, feeling my arousal. I spread my thighs and...slide one finger inside. God. . . . Slow then quick, teasing myself as my arousal builds. My other hand drops from my breast and moves down my tummy to my clit. I circle it, quick small little circles. I gasp at the feeling, So incredibly sensitive. Every flick of my fingers send a tremble through me. Every motion of my hand makes my body move. I clamped my legs closed and moved to lay him on his back as I threw my leg over to climb atop. I placed my hands by his shoulders with my breasts fell close to him so he could hold and suckle my nipples, pinch them with his lips and twist them with his fingertips. While his mouth and hands were busy I rubbed my wet pussy up and down his cock getting it moist and ready to slide inside me. I reached my hand down, positioned him and lowered myself. Feeling his cock enter me caused my back to. They were pony girls, horse-tailed butt-plugs shoved up their asses, their hair long, falling down their naked backs. Harnesses covered their bodies, attached to the rickshaw. My bitches helped me into the rickshaw. A riding crop lay coiled on the rickshaw's seat. I grabbed it and snapped the end on my ponies tanned asses.They giggled, pulling my rickshaw at a jog while my bitches ran alongside. The busy streets cleared for us. The Citizens bowed—only Diane and her servants used a pony girl. "He began to snicker appreciatively. "Thought you could read my mind, daughter?"Her grin brightened the entire room. "Oh, there's no doubt I can read your mind. There's no doubt I want to torture you with it, either. If you don't ask, I'll make you take it by force."Todd laughed, eyebrows knitting together. "Maybe I would like that, Claire." Maybe I would too," she countered, grinning even more impishly. "I might decide to fight though. I'm not to be taken lightly, you know. I could make it.