After all, speed and the occasional hill require encouragement, and the Mistress' knowing hands, tugging on reins with the left, and excoriating pink ...lesh with the right, always exact the proper level of effort to maintain speed."Come, Pretty Boy. You know the stable girls are only permitted to watch."The naked male on the end of her leash is shy, as always. Pretty Boy's moniker comes from his youthful appearance. Having years before sacrificed his maleness to the dominant female, his physical. Her breasts were small and firm, little nipples poked through the halter, a side effect of the cold. Her neck was long, something I had missed with that tall collar of the coat.She went to the icebox and took out a bottle of vodka. She took off the cap and lifted it to her lips, swished the stuff around for a few seconds and swallowed it. It took me a moment to realize what she was doing, rinsing the taste of smoke away the best she could.She took out that handkerchief and inverted the bottle. ************************************************************But as I was only drunk, and not pregnant. He refused picking his helmet up and placing it back on his head. At which point I knocked it straight back off, picked it up and was rather ill in it. He was not amused! And said I'm sorry Miss Brown but I'm going to have to arrest you, for assaulting a policeman. You can't arrest me I'd said drunkenly, do you know who my Father is? Yes I do and I also know that he would not be amusedThe. Because you and I had sex," I sobbed."And this was a surprise to him... why? He knew about you and Theresa in class, didn't he?" Yes, but he didn't know I was going to try it again. We hadn't talked about it, but still..." But still, nothing. Shit girl, you did cheat on him." I did not," I said angrily. "It wasn't like you fucked me. You're a girl." Jennifer," Heather said, sitting down on the bed beside me. "We had sex. You said so yourself. Shit... was he pissed?" I think so. He said he felt.