When he told me to turn around I thought we were finished. I was wrong he started on the front of my thighs. My back touched the wall behind me and I ...hought the wall was on fire. He instructed me to put my hands behind my head. Suddenly he swiped my breast a good solid strike and shook me to my core. My tiny breast felt suddenly sharp pain. Again down to my thighs as he worked his way back up my body, I knew my breast would suffer again momentarily. I questioned if I could maintain another.. The Captain of the transport was a beautiful olive skinned, black haired lady, about 6 foot 2 inches tall. She was probably of Spanish descent. Her name was Rhonda Gonzales (ok, in the 21st Century the name would have been a dead give away, except this was the 41st century and by now your ancestry and your name usually had no correlation). She was tall yet rail thin. We talked briefly two days before the rendezvous, since she wanted to make sure the ladies understood that there was no room. I can see the value of breeding a Clydesdale mule, but I’ve got to agree with Dave Stamey, that when someone starts talking about an Arabian mule, that’s just plain wrong!We had a nice big sleeper cab, so we didn’t have to stay at hotels or motels. Mary was wearing me out, making up for lost time, I guess. Holly still needed to rest up the parts that got stretched out delivering our daughter. Pepper was a great baby. Traveling didn’t bother her a bit. She didn’t give a damn where or how she had. As the van started up, Toni got into a seat facing us and set to workonce more. Strange boots went on our calves. They were built up in theback, like high heels, forcing us to stay on tip-toe, but the outside ofthe shoes were padded and rounded to look like.... Horses' hooves!!Next, corsets were laced onto us. Strong nylon, covered in flesh-tonelatex that blended with our skin. And that's not all they blended with!These corsets had special attachments that held our upper arms into ourbacks and.