So I arranged a meet with phil for the following day at 2pm,I douched, showered, took my time putting on make-up, dressed , did my hair (wig) and nail..., although I say it myself I looked hot, not slutty but refined.Phil arrived a few minutes early out of breath, I asked if he was alright? Had he been running? He answered that he was nervous he had never met a woman off the internet before, (was he in for a shock,).I took his coat and hung it up and told him to sit down and make himself. The vicious smacking of his heavy, semen-bloated balls against her tiny puckered anus and the smooth, softly yielding crevice between her upturned buttocks echoed lewdly throughout the small room."Aaaaggghhh... ohhhhhh... ohhh... don't, don't hurt me, Lover... please... ?" she choked brokenly.But he hardly heard her guttural, animalistic plea and ignoringly plunged harder and deeper in his mounting passion screwing his leanly driving pelvis tighter into her soft, responsive cunt, grinding the. “Enjoying the show?!” He jokingly asked.“Me …Oh erm, yeah well, good day?” I stuttered.Max laughed and his eyes twinkled. I could see that images of the girl burying her face in my pussy were flashing through his mind. “Well, fancy a dance?”“Yes please!” I said eagerly. My legs were stiff with a day of no movement. We walked towards the dance floor, hand in hand and started to dance. We were being quite silly having fun, and I didn’t take any notice of the girl who was dancing right next to us.. When in repose in the Stables, it was normal to keep the pads low so that the breasts hung. However, whenever the Pony was in action, the pads were invariably high so that breast thrust up and out to the maximum.Incidentally, Pony Girls with rather more heavy breasts were usually fitted with a transparent, plastic under-strap which helped to hold the breasts in an uplifted position without concealing them or restricting their movement in any way.Most of the time, when a Pony Girl was fastened.