"Okay," she said quickly, unbuttoning her skirt on the side. "That damn thing's got me so hot, I'll stand on my head if I have to."Unzipping her skirt... she stepped out of it and quickly pulled down her panties. Getting down on her hands and knees, she backed up slowly at the pony. She was telling the truth about being hot. The lips on her bottom were glistening wet.There was a burning lump in my throat that started to throb. The strangest notion came over me that I would like to be that pony. He started making me take a chemical castration pills that he sent me UPS he made me open it up on webcam and beg over and over again to take the pills so my clit would shrink and not get hard again. if i didnt he was going to make me get castrated by a doctor he knows . my black master my owner then sent me out again to the tattoo parlor and he sent a tattoo design too , he told me to prove im a black owned white sissy boy and get a Ace of Spades tattoo to be tattooed on my left ass cheek ,. " She had sort of the best of all worlds.The eyes that were looking back at her were expressive and drew attention to her face. If any one word came to mind to her it was, 'Piercing!" They looked right though you, almost as if they could read minds or launch ships. Joan of Arc must have had eyes like hers. They were a powerful asset.Her cheekbones were high, almost oriental but not quite and she had 'white bread, ' round eyes. They were topped off by trimmed and carefully shaped eyebrows. They. Of stunning blue-green silk, it was nearly transparent and swirled around her as if she were clad in sea water. Her bosom strained at the deep pearl-adorned neckline, and the slits up the sides of the skirt showed her legs to well above the knee whenever she moved. “Yes, most becoming indeed,” Rob said. He swung his feet down from the table and stood, circling her to examine her from all angles. “Oh … lest I forget, I’ve been meaning to give you this, as well.” Constance, expecting another.