Like Dany and Leslie, each of the ponies surrounding them had their hands and feet locked in the pony arm-gloves and stockings. Every limb ended in a ...lat hoof with a shiny metal horse shoe. The garments were locked on them permanently. Only the trainers could remove them and they almost never did.The workhorses got to wear dignified beige on their limbs. Their garments were wrapped with metal studs around their biceps and thighs. Dany, on the other hand, had his arms and legs locked in shiny. "I am, babe," confirmed Lila."What? No!" screamed Candy."Look, babe," said Lila in a soothing manner."No, no, you can't leave," she screamed again. "Captain, do something, order her not to go." She has to do something and then she'll be back," I said."No, she's going after them, those killing bastards," she screamed. "Take me with you, I can help." No, you must stay and help the Captain," said Lila. "He and those new engines need you, too." Fuck the engines, I'm coming with you and you can't. And listen, most of my friends are like me, well off Jewish women whose husbands or ex-husbands are professionals, and we lack sex. I can, shall we say, keep you happy and busy.” I remained silent for a few seconds thinking about it. “Are you interested?” “I think so. But what if I don’t…please you?” “Do you have a penis?” “Well, yeah.” “Do you like to eat pussy?” “I love to.” She opened her purse and removed six fifty dollar bills. She set five on the coffee table and held the other in. It would not do if I was to be a true slut. I true sissy. If I was going to be the womanwhore that I desired to be. So I slowly and methodically shaved the hair from my body. Close. I was getting close. But not completely happy with the results. I applied lotion. A scented lotion of Lilac, to my body giving it a nice fragrance. And just a hint, one spray, of perfume. Obsession. I pulled on a lavendar pair of panties, trimmed in lace, and a matching camisole. I felt so feminine. Taking some.