My hair was a mess! I felt astrong urge to comb my hair and apply makeup. I even started toarrange the hair with my hands, but every time I was rising...my handsmy big breasts were also moving and making my pierced nipples danceand light played in my nipples rings. I wondered what it would looklike if I have some expensive jewelry in my nipples. My hips are stillrather small, I don't mind it getting a bit wider, that would finishthe picture."Tell me what you see!" he repeated."I don't know, I. .very interesting I thought,,Garry got home about an hour later and I asked him straight up what was the Gold Coast Beast Club he was looking at..??He had a very distinct stare on him and came and sat down with me, he said that he had been talking to the owner of the club and asked what happens there, The owner said that he supplies K9 and Miniature Horse's to oversea's tourist and visitors who wish to have a holiday in Australia and some ( Quality very discreet ) time with there fetish of. Turning to his seat mate, Anne continued, “And Sara, this is my dad, Steve.”“Very pleased to meet you, Mr. Green,” Sara purred. In the darkness, Steve couldn’t be sure, but he thought maybe her eyes flickered down to his crotch as they shook hands. Her soft hand felt very good in his firm grip, and damn it, if his hard on didn’t give a subtle throb against his thigh.“And you as well, Sara. Do you guys need some help getting your stuff in?”“That would be really great, Mr. Green,” Sara said as. The knowledge that he may well die for no other reason than her very own stupid folly. The black coach thundered through a sunken part of the road, the horses snorting nostrils spewing plumes of steam, illuminated by the swaying lanterns attached to the drivers post creating an erie glow. The massive frame of McCreedy, her husbands coach driver, batman and manservant, crouched over the reins as he spurred the horses on. Pines, firs and oak branches whipped at the coach windows, fine ribbons of.