She's boy-bait, too, of course, I know that she lost her cherry when she was still in eighth grade, I remember the day she had two boys in her room do...ng it. She didn't even bother closing the door. And, yes, I walked by several times. Later she asked if I enjoyed the show. I told her I did which seemed to please her no end.That's when she started fucking boys and leaving the door open for me to watch. If you're wondering if I really did watch, ask yourself just what you'd do. Sure I did.So, I. Back in their stalls, the Ponies, still dripping, are fed and watered. They eat and drink from small steel troughs at the back corners of the stalls. The food, which is mushy and unappetizing in appearance, is exceedingly nutritious, being packed with proteins and vitamins... most necessary in view of the amount of energy a Pony may have to expend in a day.Every morsel of food has to be eaten up both morning and evening and the troughs licked clean. A Pony Girl learns this early.Some, on first. ‘Now here is a real jewel in the grass.’ He enthused. Alexia looked up at him fearfully noting the hard bulge in his pantaloons and was unable to check the involuntary tightening in her chest or the insistent longing between her thighs. The slave master walked over and said, ‘More than you can afford Lurgus, she’s been tagged.’ ‘Tagged! No-one gets to tag slaves before me.’ ‘Trust me Lurgus you would not want to cross her future master. He told me to allow no-one to touch her before the sale.’. ‘They didn’t see a thing,’ I chuckled, leading him through to our bathroom which was on the opposite side of the house. I looked back as he followed me and saw that he still had an erection and it was swaying from side to side as he walked and I licked my lips at what we were going to do to each other. We went into the bathroom where I shut the door and passed him a towel to dry off as I dried myself and the dropped the towel onto the tiles in front of me. ‘Have your dream come true, and then.