If someone had bothered looking at the "slave bodyguards" they would have noticed that all of them were identical except for their scalp hair--all fou... had different hairstyles and haircuts. They wore slave collars and were barefoot.Hank was professionally dressed for a presentation in a dark pinstripe suit, contrasting striped shirt and a print tie. One would have to be very near Hank to see that his tie was tastefully printed with tiny cartoon characters. A pair of black wing-tip shoes. With a big swipe from the pony’s rough tongue right across her whole pussy and anus, Ann nearly fell over. Her pussy was immediately alive again with a need to be filled.Without even thinking about the danger of mounting such an organ, Ann slid under the belly of the pony in one smooth move. Taking the beasts hard cock within her shaking hands, she pointed the mushy head at the aroused opening to her welcoming pussy. She wanted to move fast before she changed her mind. And more importantly. I walked into the house and found the lights off. Nobody was home so I went to my small bedroom and began undressing. It had been a long day. As I was undressing I heard a faint noise at my door. I turned around to find my sister staring at me. Megan was two years older than me, but from the time I was born she would follow me around. "Hey, sis, Whats up?" I said as I took off my shirt. "I was just walking down the hall when I saw you taking your clothes off," she said as she stepped closer to. He was in a white tank top and white khaki shorts. Karmen loved it when he would wear tank tops, showing off his well-sculpted muscular arms. She loved being held there, close to his chest. Day dreaming, Karmen imagined herself walking to Christian, running her hands over his body, kissing every inch of him and then driving him mad with teasing till he would take her right then and there. Sighing, Karmen smiled and started to get back to work. ‘Would you like something to drink hon?’ asked.