.running through the pier we see an inn at the end of the coblestone path... "there," i point. he rebukes, "do we have time for..." i kiss her deeply ...again in the dark tunnel, cutting off her question, our breathing heavy, hearts beating in unison "FUCK IT!" she says sternly "take me wherever you want." Checking in as mr and mrs "smith", the room is intimate and well lit, good i want to see her. she begins to undress, i stop her, more kissing; i drop down slowly. starting at her bare ankles i. My further training was obviously to take place elsewhere. In fact, it was outside, as my knees discovered. I was led across to a barn, taken inside, and told to stand. I had never been a horsey type of child, but I recognised a tack room, not least from the ponygirl websites. The first piece of pony wear was my boots. they were designed to kep me literally on my toes. I was used to being 'en pointes', so I was better able to cope with this than most. Under my toes were horseshoes, so as I. September turned into October, which soon became November. December and January weren’t far behind, and Ryan had all but left her mind. She still thought about him every day – just not ALL day. Just in brief spurts. She was quite busy with school and work. She was healing. Ryan still though of Charmaine all the time. In part because he missed her, but mostly because whenever he jerked off she appeared in his head. Then his jerk-off session was immediately over. She was that hot. * * * * * * It. Nobody broke down sobbing that they couldn’t finish a workout. Nobody threw up from over-exertion. When she thought about it, she did kind of look forward to it each morning. Perhaps exercising would be one things she would continue to do once she left this place. She still wasn’t all together convinced about the diet they had them on in this place. It was so strict. No meat. No dairy. No eggs. No processed foods. No oils. No this. No that. It just didn’t seem realistic to her. She told that.