Glenda told them about the week and all that we had been doing. Every time she would tell about something Terri would have to ask how I felt about it,...and what I liked most about it or didn't like about it, and how it made me feel. You know, all the girly chit chat. Chris just sat beside me with his hand resting on my thigh. Glenda had taught me how to sit with my ankles crossed with my skirt pulled up slightly to give Chris a signal that it was ok to touch. I think he got the message. A couple. Mother and I would lose everything; our income and our home. I’d spent my entire life wandering the maze of ‘backstage’ corridors in that particular playhouse. I’d been raised on a diet of feathers and greasepaint and knew every word of each musical farce we’d staged. It was my world. The thought of moving on made me shudder. “’Ave you been to The Savoy?” Miss Scarlet inquired. I shook my head. “Gorgeous it is. Totally modern. It’s got incandescent light bulbs.” “Electric?” “That’s right, it’s. He asked Muni to lick his smegma but when the kid took her mouth near it due to very bad smell she refused but that man gave her a very strong slap to which she even could not cry for a moment but later on cried helpless. Her mother asked her to lick his penis and out of fear she could not do anything. That man asked her very harsh to lick saying Fusi chat Senthi mean lick my smegma you pussy.Her mother was very much fascinated by that calling and since they all used to call the kid by that. At the time my attention was on the process, the mechanics of how it could be done and on building my pseudo stallion. BUT. Before I could even begin to think about belly riding a real live stallion, I had best learn how to handle horses, not to mention riding them in the conventional way. And there lay the problem, there was no way I could approach a trainer or stable asking for tips on belly riding and there was no way that anyone who did know or practise it was going to make it public.What.