Her small nipples pointing straight into the air. Her white thighs trembling from the strain placed on her tendons required to hold her legs in their ...urrent position. Yes he mused to himself he had one very delectable pony girl and almost felt bad for what he was about to do. But it would help her, build her pain tolerance and transform her into a true slut. With that he went and opened the door to the kitchen letting the 4 guys into the living room. “Ok gentlemen I have already told you what. Marie Claire andVogue had carried articles about this look which I had read earlier.I draped myself around him again before squeezing his butt as he triedto speak to Chris, who had just come over. I was amazed and relievedthat Chris didn't recognise me as I looked over at him for a moment andPhil tried to pretend nothing was happening but couldn't keep a straightface as I looked at him innocently. Chris was dressed as a zombie. Atleast he had made an effort!Chris seemed to pause for a moment. "Good morning." I said pleasantly, walked up and took a seat in one of the brown leather chairs in front of his desk.The man set his glasses down on top of the papers he'd just been holding and eyed me curiously."Do we have an appointment?" I didn't feel like going thru all your gatekeepers, so I just dropped by. Have you got a few minutes?"He reached quickly for his phone. I held up one hand, palm towards him. He stopped moving and watched me warily."There's no need. I told them to hold your. Boner's smile spoke of untold promises as I latched the door behind me. Suddenly self-conscious of myself, I leaned into the desk opposite of hers, waiting for her to begin. Walking around her heavy, black-wood desk, Ms. Boner carried a slim, leather whip. Seeing it brought confusion to my face, but I held my tongue, wanting to see what she would do. I mean, I didn't think I did anything to deserve that kind of punishment, but it sort of excited me just having something happening behind closed.