As she walked slowly in front of me to the kitchen I couldn't help stare at the motion of her huge, shapely ass. Also, seeing her small waist and the...black bra strap under the almost invisible top was making me hard. I'd never seen a body like hers - magnificent! My excitement must've shown, because when Liz turned to me in the kitchen, she said "My, you look flushed. Would you like a drink?" I just jokingly replied, "vodka martini, very dry, straight up", but she immediately found a. Her eyes flashed open and tears welled. “No,” she whispered.“No, what, sweetheart?”“Get off me, please!” She struggled under him and almost succeeded in bucking him off.He pulled out and knelt up. “What’s wrong?” She ignored him and curled into a ball, her prayer barely audible over her tears.“Please, God, let me be barren!”Without a word, he eased himself out of their bedroll and let her cry herself to sleep.A rough hand shook her awake and she sat up, wiping sand from her eyes. Caleb was. Wolf whistles and lewd comments were the order of my first day.I seemed to draw an audience whenever I was re-stocking,all eyes on my heaving cleavage and milky white thighs. I found it hot in the factory and probably black bra and panties wasn't the best choice underneath my uniform. The thin fabric showed my undies off,I have always had trouble keeping zig and zag (my pet name for my boobs) in my bra at the best of times,escape artists!So when I was asked to retrieve a box of Kit Kats from a. " True but I could always correct it with surgery." Yes, but that would leave scars and ponies have to be perfect otherwise they lose value in a sale." Scars on a pony means you have to sell her as a mare rather than a pony nomatter what the scars are from. Surgery or whippings wouldn't matter if there are scars from anything they sell as mares rather than ponies." Master added."That's true." Alex replied.The wheel was more dragging Linda than she running with it and Alex realized she had to.