By now I had gotten used to being a pony-girl; I just relieved myselfwhere I stood. We even seemed to do that together most of the time.Everyone accep...ted that as normal pony-girl behavior.After standing for hours on end watching endless dressage competitions itwas our turn to perform. We were led out into the ring and hitched to atwo wheel pony trap. Our handler was Suzy and we had to trot in perfectunison while navigating numerous obstacles around the course.We seemed to have done well as Clip. " Ken commanded as she moved in time to the sharp thrusts of her current partner, her head tilted so that she could see me. "That poor bastard loves you enough to let YOU get what YOU want, that's fucked by other men. But you don't love him as much as he loves you, do you."My heart skipped a beat at his flat statement to Janice, for one brief moment I wondered if what he was saying was the truth, that Janice did not love or trust me enough to let me enjoy a similar pleasure as she was. . they have booze, quality stuff from Canada, lobster is available, Porterhouse or any other steak. There is French cuisine on Saturday.Tim, dressed in the former owners clothes, took us to the Antler for dinner. It was good, but it wasn't Frank in the kitchen and it wasn't Ernie at the counter. It was the weekend.The weekend is when the Chicago Board of Trade members leave their mistresses to swelter in penthouse suites and come north to visit their wives and female children. Banker's hours?. ”“I thought you actually had some fun here.”“Uh yeah, not so much that. It’s just the idea of going through the whole night with a full bladder, just in case.”Deborah giggled, “Poor thing. That’s the life of a submissive for you.”“Our’s is but to serve.”“And, in your case, get beaten for it.”“Ah, the rewards of service.”Deborah looked thoughtful for a moment, then added, “Actually, if you ever sunbathe out on the patio naked when Erik’s out there, try lifting up a knee like you just did and.