"You're trotting cart, slut," said Tim. I could hear the smile in his voice. "Trot forward."I stepped forward and felt the weight behind me. The crop ...anded across my ass, hard."Come on, donkey!" It was Harold?s voice. He whipped my ass again.I trotted forward a bit more. Tim beckoned me to follow him.They took me to a miniature trotting track. It wasn?t as big as the one where I had seen the horse racing, more like an Olympic running track. Tim led me to one end, where I saw more people. “The Romans called her Venus.”“First I’m an elf and now I’m a Greek goddess,” sighed Ronnie. “This is getting better and better.”“I could look at you like this for hours,” said Bob.“Are you going to you know,” asked Alex.“Do you still want me to?”“Yes!” said both girls, together.Bob felt something soothing seep through his penis.“It won’t take long,” he warned them.“But you haven’t even started, yet,” said Alex.“It still won’t take long,” he said. “You are the tap to my faucet, ladies.”Alex. I told her the truth i said that i was quiet fasinated by big breasts.she laughed and i think that was what she was waiting for she said i have big breasts do u want to see them i was quiet shocked.she said relax what eve we do is between us i kept quiet he took my hand and kept it on her breast and said feel them go on i was belive me still like a rock she said ok and removed her blouse she was not wearing any bra they where big she said they are big enough for u.i was a bit horney then when i. No different from all the girls everywhere who had been displayed for crimes, real or imagined. Always the crowd had roared its approval of her body and her shame. There would be but few who saw virtue triumphant. For most she would be a visual instrument of latent lust.She suffered. The crowd shared that suffering with delight. As the dismal time slowly spent itself she discovered that, in a small measure, she could control them. Her tears were met with vociferous approval. To tug against the.