My other had goes to my nipples and pulls hard on the rings, a new orgasm hits and again I collapse. I love this pony stuff.The weekendAs morning brea...s Joe opens the door to my stall, he leads me out and we go through the same ritual, cleansing my body inside and out. Again I am left tethered by the leash attached to my nipple rings to the post beside the trough, a padlock locks the steel cuffs behind my back, I am drying in the morning sun.Today is different, Joe is brings out another pony in. Mr. Abercrombie, you're up. Here's your test. What number are you in line?" "Number one, Mr. Fletcher," he beamed excitedly. "Very good, young man. An A for you. Please take out your cock and fuck Miss Winslow's mouth, would you?" He practically fell over himself whipping out his stiff member as the rumble of voices grew in the background. "Silence please, pay attention to the lesson, if you will," I chided the group. I turned back to Miss Winslow and caught her looking up at me with thinly. Standing back so she could see her whole body her reflection showed asomewhat busty slightly effeminate looking teenaged boy. While herbreasts were big for a boy any questions could be explained away. Hercuriosity aroused she reached down, grasped her balls and squeezed themwatching in fascination as the penis jumped. "Oops I better stop that," she thought. She pressed the air release andthe penis shrank back. Quickly she moved over to the bed and hurriedlydressed. Throwing the other. She reasoned that if John had been watching, then he knew that the rooms at the front of the house had been the last to go dark and he would be expecting to find her in one of them. She listened as the sound of John’s shoes indicated he was walking to the front of the house. Then she quickly walked along the hallway until she reached the kitchen. Glancing about she saw and heard no sign of her pursuer. Millie crossed the kitchen and hesitated at the far wall. She felt her way to the dark.