They’re all hand picked for a two year contract and then they can stay on if they want,” he told them, a note of pride in his voice as he reeled out the patter. “The Pretty Pony has the fin est ponies you’ll find anywhere, and they aren’t even chipped. These are genuine girls, trained and broken in by our own special methods,” he concluded.
Brian raised his eyebrows and glanced across at Martha who mouthed ‘Wow’ at him. He knew the Prince well enough to doubt that he had been doing anything other than looking to buy livestock, but that was typical of the man . He dismissed him from his thoughts and concentrated on the prospect of driving compliant and unchipped ponies , which was far more intriguing .
They were given two Hispanic girls and one white. The Hispanics’ bodies gleamed magnificently in the bright sun and the tanned complexion of the white girl made a pleasing contrast .
Raika was immediately taken by the white pony and was petting her and fussing over her before Martha and Brian had made a choice. But her enthusiasm was infectious and they happily took a Hispanic girl each. Brian noted the simple tack on his girl – no crupper or tail, just the gold stabilising chain between the pierced nipples. The breasts themselves were big for a pony and he stroked them until she whinnied around her bit. Then he pulled the chain between them, testing how far it would go before it dragged the second after the first.
A ta ll groom approached them as Martha was squeezing and playing with the tits of her mount.
“We gave you some good strong hackers as you’re experienced drivers,” he said. “I’ll show you a route that’ll give you plenty of chances to put them through their paces.” He held out a map of the estate on which there were red, blue and green routes marked. “Red is for novices,” he explained. “Blue is the scenic route. But I guess you guys want to run them so go for the green .”
All three agreed that the ponies looked perfect for a good gallop on a sunny day.
Brian immediately engaged the man in a discussion about the relative merits of the tit chain as opposed to binding at the roots of the breasts and Martha was free to look around as she mounted and took up the reins of one of the Hispanic ponies. She took up the whip with the new -found confidence that a couple of months at The Lodge had given her and flicked the cord across the pony’s shoulders. She watched the coffee coloured skin flinch and shiver and the head shake, rattling the bridle and reins. Having let the girl know she was there and in charge, she sat back and looked around. The yard was well kept and there were a lot of stalls. She was impressed. If all the stalls were occupied then the Pretty Pony could field almost as many ponies as CSL. Briefly she wondered where they all were if the stalls were occupied. At The Lodge, every girl would be at her door, staring over it, hoping to be picked for a run. But this was obviously a different type of place. Her eye was caught by the gibbet that stuck out from a wall, the chain hanging down from it told her that maybe it wasn’t all that different. The girls were plainly well used to the whip.
Finally the men finished pulling and pushing Brian’s pony’s tits and with a slap to her rump he mounted and took up the reins.
“Any sort of play you want to use them for is included in the price,” the groom told them as he stood back and prepared to wave them off. “They’re trained in all holes and used to being had by ladies too. There might be a surcharge if there’s any cuts is all.”
They set off in line astern and followed the green markers on the tree trunks. As soon as they were clear of the yard they whipped their mounts up to a smart trot and were soon out of sight around a bend in the track.
The groom turned and let out a sigh of relief.
“Ok, guys! Get her out!” he called and White Lightning was led out by two men who had made a great show of
Brian raised his eyebrows and glanced across at Martha who mouthed ‘Wow’ at him. He knew the Prince well enough to doubt that he had been doing anything other than looking to buy livestock, but that was typical of the man . He dismissed him from his thoughts and concentrated on the prospect of driving compliant and unchipped ponies , which was far more intriguing .
They were given two Hispanic girls and one white. The Hispanics’ bodies gleamed magnificently in the bright sun and the tanned complexion of the white girl made a pleasing contrast .
Raika was immediately taken by the white pony and was petting her and fussing over her before Martha and Brian had made a choice. But her enthusiasm was infectious and they happily took a Hispanic girl each. Brian noted the simple tack on his girl – no crupper or tail, just the gold stabilising chain between the pierced nipples. The breasts themselves were big for a pony and he stroked them until she whinnied around her bit. Then he pulled the chain between them, testing how far it would go before it dragged the second after the first.
A ta ll groom approached them as Martha was squeezing and playing with the tits of her mount.
“We gave you some good strong hackers as you’re experienced drivers,” he said. “I’ll show you a route that’ll give you plenty of chances to put them through their paces.” He held out a map of the estate on which there were red, blue and green routes marked. “Red is for novices,” he explained. “Blue is the scenic route. But I guess you guys want to run them so go for the green .”
All three agreed that the ponies looked perfect for a good gallop on a sunny day.
Brian immediately engaged the man in a discussion about the relative merits of the tit chain as opposed to binding at the roots of the breasts and Martha was free to look around as she mounted and took up the reins of one of the Hispanic ponies. She took up the whip with the new -found confidence that a couple of months at The Lodge had given her and flicked the cord across the pony’s shoulders. She watched the coffee coloured skin flinch and shiver and the head shake, rattling the bridle and reins. Having let the girl know she was there and in charge, she sat back and looked around. The yard was well kept and there were a lot of stalls. She was impressed. If all the stalls were occupied then the Pretty Pony could field almost as many ponies as CSL. Briefly she wondered where they all were if the stalls were occupied. At The Lodge, every girl would be at her door, staring over it, hoping to be picked for a run. But this was obviously a different type of place. Her eye was caught by the gibbet that stuck out from a wall, the chain hanging down from it told her that maybe it wasn’t all that different. The girls were plainly well used to the whip.
Finally the men finished pulling and pushing Brian’s pony’s tits and with a slap to her rump he mounted and took up the reins.
“Any sort of play you want to use them for is included in the price,” the groom told them as he stood back and prepared to wave them off. “They’re trained in all holes and used to being had by ladies too. There might be a surcharge if there’s any cuts is all.”
They set off in line astern and followed the green markers on the tree trunks. As soon as they were clear of the yard they whipped their mounts up to a smart trot and were soon out of sight around a bend in the track.
The groom turned and let out a sigh of relief.
“Ok, guys! Get her out!” he called and White Lightning was led out by two men who had made a great show of
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