~well sometimes we. go to more private area of stables
she does have a talented mouth

Entering the VIP Lounge on Sunday morning.

yes, indeed

sighing

~and I just imagine her being paraded around the palace all decked out in gold
or not sure. maybe kept in a dark cage sone place
not my problem if I see het

#r-horns

A soft laugh, sipping my coffee
Very true.

A glance back at the blushing pony
So is this one a pony only, or is does she also perform other duties away from the stables?

I don't know much about ponygirls.

listening to the conversation about itself
as if it wouldn't be there
or couldn't understand

nods

i was a non member for the longest time and then finally joined. it has its privileges. But not everyone can

Trimmed

wrinkling
my nose
~that was never the plan
but he has basically given me a blank check
so I would be a fool not to think about it

shaved

feeling Your tongue at its cheeks and corners of the mouth
sending another, almost electric jolt through its nerves
bit then hearing that dreaded giggle again

having heard and seen poor max - having his balls drained cruelly
feeling for him

and then hearing about that Offer from the Arab again
freezing instantly
fear filling its eyes
But then hearing that there are other bidders from around here too
But fully aware of the stories the stable hands shared - about the unbelievable fortunes of the Arab - and their cruelty

Yes, well I can't get into those of course but they seem good places to start

A smile at the blush

Ahhh, then you're training her to sell off?
I would think she'd bring a decent profit.

ok

....small and quiet and as unobtrusive as humanly possible...small perfect bare feet moving almost stealth fully through the stable straw beneath them and almost inexplicably and unexplainably savoring the feel of it and the ominous ramifications visiting this strangely beguiling place engenders in every cell for her taught little body and finding an unoccupied stall within which to hide and watch...stretching herself upon to her tip toes to peer out over the edge of the stall wall and rivet her dark expressive eyes upon events....

looking at You as its head is twisted towards you
together with the upper body as the high posture collar and the connected halter straps prevent the head from turning
drool dripping from the corners of its mouth to the slightly swinging c-cup udders
staring
blushing slightly

trying to get around more. Usually in and around the whisper rooms

leans in licking her drool
then giggling
~I am having her stud brother milked twice a day and selling his seed
wish her drool had done value

although recently had an amazing offer from a sheik in Qatar to sell her
and now a few local trainers want to bid