Pick the one day I’m late to get here!!!
With a quiet ‘Merci, Livingston.’ to the departing butler, she waited until he and Angus Balfour were both gone from the room before turning her attention back to you, and with another roll of her eyes. Miniature minx indeed.“Believe me, I would only ever request such a state of undress from you for le scientifique.” And she shuddered comedically for effect. Whilst your relationship had improved of late, and in all fairness it could only ever have improved, she had hardly been hit by lightning. Sibling banter was sport enough for her, especially when there was a house full of Scions for her to be properly insufferable with.
When you hold up that folder she moves quickly towards you, her eyes dancing with curiosity again, and sets the whisky bottle down on one of the few available spaces on her chaotic desktop.
“I hope this is good, Kincaid. I don’t scratch back for just any old thing.” Hollow words when she knew you would never waste her time with something trivial. If you said it was interesting, then she knew you were likely under-selling whatever was in that folder.
Welll. DAMNNNN
Right nowThey are using AI to program
HumansWell they are using smarter humans
To make responses to give to AIFor the less intelligent gifted people
taking a few steps forward until I stand close enough to touch you everywhere when I squat
smiling at you, but my emeralds not showing any sympathy
rubbing your cheek
then your udderReady for the first day of your new life?
I'd guess so - let's save the date!
Get up! you have to learn to do that without arms
They will never be available for anything from now on
Better luck next time
So happy for you and Kitara. Lovely news. xx
The number one reason
We need to put this crazy way we live
This so-called civilization
We We force everyone to think
Be
Talk
Act the same ...
It's killing us
Children are infected with it
Even in how they try to be
Different is all the same
it's ok. I should be off to bed anyways. have a good night
The number one reason
We need to put this crazy way we live
This so-called civilization
We We force everyone to think
Be
Talk
Act the same ...
It's killing usChildren are infected with it
Even in how they try to be
Different is all the same
I think he's a lost cause.
she tries to say something, but the bit in her mouth ensures that the sounds that she makes are incoherent as the door to her....her what? her stall? The door to her stall opens, you step insideYou
The same person that had spoken to her yesterday
That had told her that she would spend the rest of her days here as a human ponyshe shakes her head, tries to wriggle way from You, but the chain around her ankle will only let her get so far. her knees are tight together. she wants to shield her breasts from view but her hands are cuffed behind her back.
This was no dream. It was a nightmare
Stand up on your milking stool and put it in her.
He enjoyed a quiet moment of amusement as he watched Angus Balfour look first to Mlle DuPont to seek her permission when he had dismissed the man; it was more than that the lad was her assistant, he knew. Hells, he was certain most everyone knew of the soft spot that Balfour had for the woman – Mademoiselle DuPont herself, included.Still, she had not made the lad suffer overmuch, not by her own standards, in any case, and so he allowed it all to pass without comment. He did though, share a look of amusement with Mlle DuPont as she rolled her eyes at him, just as Balfour quickly moved to go and make himself presentable.
Before he could reply, Livingston, still chuckling at Rosalie’s suggestion that the man might model for her, quietly took his leave, murmuring that he would send some of the maids down to see to the… mess.
“Perhaps we can arrange a quid pro quo, Mademoiselle. Though do not think that you will command me to remove my clothing as readily as you might young Balfour, you miniature minx.”
He grinned with that comment, understanding quite well that their relationship was far more akin to sibling banter than the tension she wielded over Angus Balfour.
Quiet amusement coloured his expression as he beckoned her closer, presenting the folder. “Now, come and have a look, I think you will find this far more interesting.”
stepping up to the stable where I left the new filly yesterday
leaning over the half door
smiling
seeing it startled, only becoming awake
smiling moreHello beauty, good morning!
I guess you did sleep well?opning the door and stepping in
Slipping in after a long night of working and stuff... blankie around me, reading this, my eyes brighten, and I smile... whispering softlyIt's good to have some good news Kit.
I can't wait for voda to get back.Love ya both.
Padding out quietly
(please use her Sir... i don't have it in me!!)
((oh I don't want to push him into a position he's not comfortable in))
Bright blue eyes open wide
Realising that she is still naked, the bit is back in her mouth, there is straw under her bare bodyIt wasn't a dream!
Put your thoughts into actions. Hurry up before you lose her.