.. well ... cheerful banter. And when I did look out across the audience, for the most part I had been looking for Dawn and Adrienne.But my friends no...iced me as soon as I arrived on the patio, and Dawn even had a 7 and 7 in hand waiting for me. She gave me a quick peck on the lips as she handed over the drink, and I took a big swig gratefully. Adrienne and Sasha were next, although neither of them bothered to greet me. Instead, Adrienne led with, “How are they doing? Happy? Tired?. Normally the crinoline skirts kept their shape by means of a thick, heavy bell-shaped horsehair petticoat, itchy and uncomfortable in wear. The tendency of the crinoline to rise up and reveal an embarrassing amount of lower limb had led to the wearing of under-drawers, (not so long ago the exclusive province of women of easy virtue), and straight petticoats that clung to the legs, minimising embarrassing revelations. As Miss Mabel raised her skirts I saw at once that she had removed all but. Then to my further amazement and slight disgust, this beautiful creature leaned forward and began to mouth the end of the animal’s swollen dick. She forced her mouth open, lips stretched to their fullest as she began to bob her mouth on and off the donkey’s dick. And I’ll be damned if she didn’t start to play with her clit to stimulate herself while doing that donkey like he was a man. I looked guiltily over at Bob; I had a raging hardon and knew that something this sick. But mostly I would dream of the Indian called Red Crow, who would give me something to drink and whisper secrets in my ear. But I could never remember what he was telling me when I woke up, and that was mildly frustrating.My Master took to leashing me, which was interesting because he'd never leashed any of us before. I hadn't even considered that he might own a leash, let alone use one. But he did and the reason for my nipple piercings became clear the first time he attached the leash to them..