Come on, it won't be right if you're not at my side.''Okay, I'll do it. And I'll give you a stag night you'll never forget.''Make that a stag week...nd. Amsterdam sounds like a nice place.'Jerry laughed. 'Yeah, right. I'll be sure to take a camera so I can blackmail you later.'Matt laughed with him. It was as if the argument had never happened, they were simply two friends who worked in different cities and hadn't spoken in a while.'Thanks, Jerry. It means a lot that you'll be there.''Well,. "A couple of more lashes and the sissy pony girl soon found himself in theelevator, riding down and into his next adventure. He was forced toprance through the hotel lobby, his heavy shoes clanking with every highstep. He could hear the gasps of some of the more conservative touristsand the giggle of the hotel staff. There was nothing he could do thoughbut prance along like the obedient submissive sissy he was, his tailfeathers bobbing in time to his high stepping strut.Once outside he was. I told him I was tough and would be fine in no time, but for the moment, I was “loose as a goose.” “And how loose can a goose be?” he asked with questionable intent. My hand crept over and brushed against a very fat penis poking out of his pajama bottom’s fly. “Would it be too tender for this goose to take a gander?” he questioned. I whispered back, “I think you want more than to take a gander, I think you want to goose the gander, don’t you?” Doug took on an odd little smile and his. She couldn't smile as her mouth was full of dick, so she gave me a wink.“You really like watching her, don't you sir?” Trixie asked.“Sure, it’s fun,” I replied.The old man was still oblivious to our presence in the doorway. Trixie then slowly, quietly pulled the door almost closed again.“Come on then, don’t tell my master about this,” Trixie said.Intrigued, I followed her into the bedroom next to the one Helena and the old man occupied. This room was much larger, with a gigantic bed. Trixie.