No older. Blonde hair and sunglasses. Lipstick. Pale blue blouse tied under breasts that stuck out like torpedoes. Exposed mid-riff. Firm, tanned stom...ach. Mini-kilt. Long, long legs. Gerrard was almost speechless. “Who’s asking?” he smiled at her. “Charlie. Charlie Streatham. I booked in to play nine holes.” After getting his breath back Gerrard regained his composure. He looked at his watch. “We’re a couple of minutes late. Best get started. We’ll play the first couple and I’ll see how you. Nothing was there. The sky was clear again to the horizon. I straightened up the living room and set up the table and chairs for breakfast. I checked with the kitchen to see if I could get a carafe of coffee early. They suggested I use the coffee maker in my kitchen. Duh! Sure enough there was a ten cup coffee maker and coffee and cream and sugar in the refrigerator. I made the coffee. Only one problem the coffee smell woke Cynthia.Cynthia sat in our favorite love seat. I brought two fresh. ? The trainer next began to fastenthe elaborate head harness about Kristy?s head.?There were straps that went below her chin, around her head, and oneover her head.? All these were tighteneddown, made snug, then the final bit of gear was added, the bit.? The ponygirl bit, by design, kept the ponymuted, but protected her teeth. The bit was leather with a small metal curbwhich rested on the tongue, preventing speech, but allowing the girl to makepony sounds.? Finally, the trainerconnected a set. ..Oh my God!... FUCK... It hurtsss.... So Good!" I say to him. He began to lower me further down his pole and the pain got more intense. I yelled like a little girl, he laughed, he loved turning me out like this.I opened my eyes, feeling my balls tightening, my breathing was heavier. SLAM! The door opened making me shout and cringe. It was Quinn standing there naked and wet from the shower, I finally see every inch of him. "I thought I heard yo' ass in here.... Oh! I see! Still thinkin' of what.