Her hair was OK. Her boobs were on the verge of blooming. She could see a little swell under her dark protruding nipples. Her little bush was neat and...looked normal even without real attractive curves like the other girls. Her bottom was perhaps a problem. Her ass cheeks were very boyish and compact. She had almost no body fat back there like the other girls. When she spread her cheeks, she had to admit her little brown hole was impossibly tight and tiny. She didn't think any boy would ever. " "You mean this is one those schools I read about on Internet?" "No, we are not like those. 95% of those don't do the job they are supposed to. We teach our student everything they need to know about being a girl. Like just now, sitting, crossing your legs, and walking. We will teach all our students everything. None of our former students have been found out yet." Very hesitantly, with worried voice Roberta asked. "Will I be one of those students?" "Certainly, why do you think you are here?. We entered the stables, and it was obvious that the stallions were all awake, and waiting for us! This must be a morning ritual that they enjoyed.I knelt in the straw watching as she stroked one of the stallions, his beautiful organ growing rapidly under her tender touch. I panted as she bent under him and licked him. She had placed a jug in the straw below the horse, and I realized I would be able to see how much he produced. I loved the way he shivered and stamped his feet as he got near his. After long moments, her lips made an agonizingly slow retreat. A kiss fluttered moist on his thigh. The heat of breath escaping her lips. The slow, patient graze of her tongue. “It’s not a game. Not some kink or fetish that binds your wrists. If you touch me, your hands will know me. Like reading Braille. I can’t risk you recognizing me when this is all over.” “And that would be so bad?” “Yes.” Her hand began exploring his cock, smearing saliva and precum over his shaft. “I already know.