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Annabelle the Party Pony

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Catching the gorgeous American college girl shoplifting in my sex shop had been a real bonus. Both her and her trophy-wife mom were now effectively my sex slaves.

I had already used both of them at the store and had visited the yummy mummy in her hotel suite to make my point clear. Now it was young Annabelle’s turn again. She was to be my ticket to a very exclusive party – as part of the entertainment. Annabelle the eighteen-year-old student and shoplifter – was to be Annabelle the Pony Girl, ready to serve her Master and anyone else I wanted to share her with. And Annabelle was surprisingly amenable!

Book 3 in the Sex on Tap series. Follows Shoplifter and Breaking in the Billionaire’s Wife.

Description

Catching the gorgeous American college girl shoplifting in my sex shop had been a real bonus.

Both her and her trophy wife mom were now effectively my sex slaves.

I had already used both of them at the store and had visited the yummy mummy in her hotel suite to make my point clear. Now it was young Annabelle’s turn again. She was to be my ticket to a very exclusive party – as part of the entertainment. Annabelle the eighteen-year-old student and shoplifter – was to be Annabelle the Pony Girl, ready to serve her Master and anyone else I wanted to share her with. And Annabelle was surprisingly amenable!

Extract:

Annabelle was transformed into a full-blown pony girl. Her arms were strapped up behind her back and she walked unsteadily on hoof boots that added a good four inches to her height. Her hair was bunched up on top of her head in a sort of pony tail and leather straps criss-crossed her pretty face to hold a big gag in place that stretched her lips apart to make her drool down her chin. The rest of her was covered in skin tight latex except the really good bits, which were exposed to view. As my eyes travelled down her torso, I was a little shocked to see she had been pierced already. Two big gold rings swung from her erect pink nipples and a smaller one banged against her waxed pudenda. I guessed they would have tattooed her too if they had the time. As she reached me, she was made to turn around and I saw the piece de resistance! Hanging down the backs of her thighs was a long horsehair tail, fixed firmly between her perky buttocks. I gave it an experimental tug and she made an alarmed sound at the back of her throat. It was firmly fixed in her behind.

“It’s inflated in her,” her trainer told me. “There’s a secret button underneath to deflate and re-inflate.” She quickly showed me.

“She’s absolutely delightful,” said Claudette, playing with the rings. “Is she yours?”

She was, I mused. Despite being completely restrained and subjugated, my girl stood straight and had a proud expression on her young face. She was completely transformed from the hunched, grungy teenager who had sat in my office just a couple of days ago. I squeezed Annabelle’s tits in my hands, marvelling at how puffy the nipples looked around the rings. “She is,” I said proudly.

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