.. I guess Ikind of knew what he was going to do to me, but I really wasn't completelyaware of what all that meant. He pulled my shorts down to my... knees, exposing my ass. He spat in thecrack of my ass and rubbed the spit around a little bit with his thumb intomy asshole. I then felt his massive cock begin to push at me... Just thenself-preservation kicked in... I snapped out of my hypnotic delirium...Iunderstood what was going to happen to me... and too late I tried to pullaway... "No". "Paint me," she said.I stared at her a full ten minutes. First, I took the view in and it was magnificent. She had a fine body. I analyzed the lines of her curves and how she fit in the space around her. I began to frame out a picture with charcoal on the large canvas. Soon, I was painting broad lines with a bit of Elaine in them. The painting progressed into something more involved, something almost revealed. It was a good forty-five minutes when Elaine asked for a break. I continued to paint. I looked back to Ivy. ?Ok, and the third.? ?That’s a ponygirl.? I looked confused. ?Why would I want a ponygirl?? I had never shown interest in them that I could remember. At least no more so than any other class of slaves. Although we did have some old abandoned stables where my Dad had kept his horses. But, I hadn’t wanted them, so Ivy sold them off four years ago. ?Well, normal ponygirls you wouldn’t, but this is a special class. They’re called Quarter Horses,. It was Allysa, dressed up in an S&M outfit, her large tits hanging out with latex all over her. Jack also saw two other girls, also dressed the same way. From the right he could see a video camera set up, and a t.v. recording him. “Jack, I want you to meet my two friends, Susan and Ashley.” Susan walked up to Jack, still helpless on the floor. “Aww, he’s cuter than I expected, Allysa.” Ashley knelt down beside Jack, and grabbed his cock, stroking it. “And he’s got a nice dick too, Susan.” Jack.