.. no signs of any people, though ... and then I heard distant singing.I followed the sound of the voices, feeling a strange urgency to reach their so...urce as I hastened through the labyrinthine streets until, turning one more corner, I came to a huge square that was packed with people, all the town's inhabitants must have gathered here. The singing had stopped, and all was silent, no one talked, everybody looked straight ahead, towards the square's other end, in expectance of an event that I. Miss Debra, so adorable; againwith the dramatic flourishes.I am in shock, my eyes wide."A pleasure pony girl?" I wonder, the words creating vivid images ofcreaking leather harnesses, bridles, brightly colored plumes. Howutterly, completely humiliating - to be treated and harnessed like apretty --- horsey! A show pony?"Wwwhhaaatthhhhhh???"SWAT!"I said," she states with mock sternness, resting her palm on mychastised bottom, letting me know she won't hesitate to swat myupturned, pantied bottom. Knowing to be careful, I did define how big but that was still pretty busty. Jean said that they would grow over night.= = =As a genie, when I asked for my freedom from the lamp, I now realised that I didn’t really know what I wanted or was asking other than not being confined and spending most of eternity comatose. It didn’t occur to me that I would be mostly human, certainly not that I would acquire both a twin and a family more generally. So here I was, on holiday in a luxury resort and my. “I’m no dummy.”Emily looked at the toy box and smiled. She stood up and grabbed my hand, pulling me into the living room, the toy box tucked under her arm.“Come on,” she said, as she pulled me into the living room. She pushed me down on to the couch and told me to close my eyes.“Why?” I asked.“Just do it,” she pleaded. “Indulge me.”I closed my eyes. Emily turned the vibrator on for the long cylinder-like object and began to slowly rub it across my neck. The warmth of the tool felt good on my.