A couple of them were joking about the odd spiked ball at the back of #6's rider mentor's boots. Winona trembled because she recognized it immediately...as a training "spur" used to urge mounts to renewed efforts without the danger of marking them or causing injury. She had never personally used one on any of her mounts because she knew how painful they were to the animals she loved so very much. All of the mentor girls looked at Winona and giggled and laughed because they know she was in store. The last morning when I saw her between sessions, I told her to find a bathroom to fuck herself in. When she was on her way I called her, and told her to keep me on the phone.She told me when she had found one, that there was no one in there, and I instructed her to finger herself. I listened to her as she pleasured herself."I'm going to cum," she would moan. But each time I would tell her that she wasn't allowed. Multiple times.When she started begging me to let her cum, I asked her what I get. Massaging them to make more milk and sucking more. All the time cocks were filling me and pumping me hard as they could. My orgasms slowed a little but still kept going and each shattered my mind with intensity. I was lost in sex, the smells, the cum, the cocks and a pussy was over my face a few times. "I gotta piss" a man said and he slipped into my pussy and let go a long hard golden stream inside my pussy. I had orgasm after orgasm while it felt like someone cumming in me like a stream.. And I took a perverse amount of pleasure in thinking that he would have a very long wait. Sandra’s look showed me that we were in accord.While there may be a shortage of justice in the world, I was enjoying an opportunity to exercise some, right here.When Susan got the nod from me-- and Sandra-- her smile and look of adoration made the memory of Pam’s seem to dim in comparison. I had my hopes that Susan’s CAP scores would have a chance to improve in an environment that would help such.