She blasted me for taking her for granted. She told me to stop making up stories about our relationship and to step up to reality.”Dave posed, “Wh...t ultimately happened?”“Taylor gave me many articles on polyamory, and I also talked to you several times about the Circle and your experiences, especially with multiple wives. First, I saw that there was a different way to live, and then I gradually started to see things how I could live that way.”“What was motivating you?”“Oh, God, this is. “Are you going to ask that I not let anyone see it?”“No.”“You don’t care?” Jackson said, challengingly.“I encourage it.” Tegan countered.“You really have changed. Let’s see how much.” Jackson gripped her by the throat and squeezed gently and Tegan instinctively took a deep breath. “You’ve been a busy little whore haven’t you?”“Yes.”“Yes what?” Jackson demanded, squeezing her throat a little harder.“Yes Sir.” Tegan said, her voice strained.“Master.” Jackson commanded.“Yes Master.” Tegan. I am overhearing a conversation about favorite sexual positions, smiling to myself, because it's clearly a question asked by a mature woman, who is trying to gauge the level of sexual experience among the three males she is conversing with.They quickly reply with your usual positions, not hearing anything intriguing, she noticed me smiling a few feet away. She asks me if I know any other positions that were not said. "Yes I do," I answer, "it's also favorite of mine because it is very. My once golden corn-silk curly locks had been shorn into a single pony tail that was kept tight in the back along with all the other girls. Our hair would be cut into long lengths and fashioned into a tail approximating that of a horse’s tail and attached to a wooden dowel approximately a foot in length and as wide as a house broom that we were to wear to give the aspect of being a pony.Our anuses were stretched and fitted with a silvered metal circlet that stretched and held them open.