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Pony girl Lauren has a surprise.
A private pony race turns into so much more!
English rose Lauren had grown accustomed to her new life as a trainee pony girl. The regime was tough but it had its rewards, she was permanently aroused! She had absolutely no control of her body but no longer cared. Her Masters and trainers knew exactly what she needed and they gave her lots of it!
A surprise summons to the ranch house with another pony, brought another twist. It was the Rancher's 19 year old daughter who was having a party and the pony girls were to be the entertainment!
To her real surprise, the two ponies were delivered to the middle of a young person’s party. It was just the sort of party the old Lauren often wanted to go to and never had the confidence. The trainer delivered them to the door and it was the Master’s nineteen-year-old daughter who met them and took their leashes. Lauren risked a quick glance up and was luckily not seen but she was able to make a quick appraisal of the little mistress. Probably no older than nineteen, she was slim, blonde and quite short but the thing the pony girl really noticed were the girl’s totally perfect teeth. This was a spoilt American princess!
The girl was appraising the two of them too but with the eye of a proud owner, assessing property. “You sure are a handsome animal,” she told Shadow, slapping her arse, then she turned to Lauren. “And you’re the English pony, right?” Lauren couldn’t speak even if she felt she could, so she violently nodded in a pony-like fashion. The young American woman laughed. “Well we’ll see if you perform like an English thoroughbred or an American Mustang tonight, huh?”
“Or a donkey,” a high-pitched voice trilled from down the hallway.