Kya bataun dosto uski choot ki smell me nasha tha, maine pehle to apni jeeb uski choot ke charo taraf fairayi aur phir uski choot ko upar se chata jai...e koi kutta chat raha ho.Phir maine dhire dhire uski choot me apni jeeb ghusayi, uske muh se awaajein aani shuru ho gayi….Aaahhh….Aur kar…Andar leke ja..Aaaaahh…Tu expert hai saale..Mere se pehle kitni ladkiyo ki choot chati hai tune…Aaahhh…Aur kar….Karta rahe….Aahhh…Ye sunkar mujhe josh aaye ja raha tha aur maine pure force se uski choot chate. She looked very different - even her mother would not recognize her from a short distance.She was put on a serious daily conditioning regimen under the whip, running, high stepping, and trotting for ten hours a day. That and a special pony diet, all were very effective in perfecting her ponygirl form.Her subjugation continued and months passed. She was now fit and looked absolutely gorgeous. Master Peter knew to condition her psyche along with her body. So he kept her naked except for a. "An hour later I was in Phelps' apartment sitting cowboy style on a metal chair. The chair back covered my breasts but it was obvious that I was very naked behind that chair back. Phelps was sketching like crazy, while I smiled for him. I had no idea what he was looking for, so I just sat there being bored. Funny thing about not having many memories, the ones I had were on a loop and ran over and over. My dad was in some of them, others were of my childhood pets of all things. I suppose it. Nancy slid farther down on the bar, pushed her hips out daringly, rolled, then undulated her teen pussy.Mr. Milton took more pictures.Chris' legs were wide apart, her heels on the floor, her calves taut, her ass a magnificent looking piece of art.Mr. Milton took a full roll of photos. He set the camera on the coffee table. He walked to the girls at the bar. He stood trembling, his prick oozing pre-cum."I wanna play with your pussies," he whispered."Well, you didn't say nothing 'bout that, sir,".