As we were driving past the outskirts of town, I was fearingfor my life, you know? But the john took me out to his barn, had mestrip, and then started...fitting me with this bridle and bit andharness and everything. Yep, I was a galloping little ponygirl. Youcan laugh, but I thought it was a real hoot.It's a little frustrating, in some respects, though. I can't get tooexcited. My Madam keeps my equipment locked up. That's right: awhore in a chastity belt. Who'd've thought it were possible? But. Me: sapna ready hai kya chudne ko?Sapna: suru hojao mere raja aisa lagraha hai ki mera suhag raat aaj horaha haiMain usko missionary pose main chodne laga aur jor jor se jhatke dene laga mere lund ko uske chut pe jisse thaap thaap ki awaz aane lagi aur mano charo taraf ek romance ka mahol bangaya. Uske boobs mere chodne ke jhatke ke sath hi upar niche hil raha tha aur wo mere peth ko pakadke aapna gaand ko utha rahi thi taki main uske garv dwar tak lund ko ghusa sakun. Main jor jor ka jhatka de. I feel a finger encounter that nasty spot where William Strycker’s mind-control drug was administered. It is still a circular scar of raised and roughened skin that will never heal. Her hand seems to flinch at the touch, and so do I. She removes her lips from mine and just lies down, resting her head on my chest. For several lovely minutes, we remain that way. I feel the dawn of a new idea. But dare I ask her to do such a thing? Ja, it is time. She has awakened a faint new hope in my. Then some bastard, not some bastard, just one, John as he called “cut.”Louise stopped and pulled away, smiling at me but the vibrator remained, just for a few moments longer. Neither of us moved, then suddenly she pulled it out, and put it straight into her mouth, as she stared at me, her eyes saying everything.He broke the spell. Suddenly I was back in that fucking awful studio, my legs wide, my nipples hard, my cunt open from where the vibrator had been.“Well now we see the real slut at last,.