"But anyway, it's none of the house staff's business." Yes it is, my sweet. They look after your family willingly and happily because they respect you... Lose that respect and their service will become less willing and less warm and less helpful. Think of you and me sitting down at the kitchen table for early breakfast. You'd be able to cut the silence with a knife." But who are they to judge us?" Good Englishmen who as yet are appalled at the behaviour of rock stars and the like."Victoria. To measure the inner leg I asked clients to stand with their feet shoulder width apart to allow me free access to measure the length of the inner leg. Cheryl did this without hesitation and I noticed that the small thong had moved to the side exposing her left pussy lip. She was a smooth as silk and dripping wet. I was on my knees tape measure in the hand, a dripping wet pussy in front of my nose and an erection that threatened to blow all on its own. It was at this point that I lost. He looked up at her as he sat there, watching her intently, and then slid a hand up her thigh to her crotch. He slowly slid a finger into her and began working it in and out of her. Her breathing didn’t change and she didn’t move as he moved his finger faster and then pushed a second one in with it.“Fucking tight,” he whispered, “and so wet.” He stared at her freckled face, “No time to clean up my cum from earlier Freckles?”He pulled his fingers out, smelled them, then put them in his mouth and. The girls knew the slave was a ponygirl, and they began thrusting back and forth on their dildos, as they watched the ponygirl being led past them. Sarah and Emily were then asked if they agreed to submit to becoming ponygirls, and both girls eagerly nodded their heads. Their cage doors were opened, and their chains removed. A chain leash was clipped to their collars, and they were led out and into a stall. One of the stable hands came up to them, and began taking their measurements. .