"I smiled, then slipped the little pistol I always carried with me from under my loose shirt. "You're welcome," I said. "Get in the van and take your ...clothes off."Her smile vanished instantly, and she stared at the gun in my hand. Her lips parted, and her face paled. She shuddered. "Oh, fuck," she expelled.I chuckled. "Yup," I said. "Pretty much."She lifted her eyes, searched my face. "Oh, please, don't," she pleaded.I cocked my head. "Go on," I said. "Get in the van, strip down. You try to. He had taken a special interest in this red-haired, green-eyed girl with an ample bosom. She did not have any of the facial characteristics of Beth (the paralegal from a previous capture), but she brought back memories of the naked beauty. He had been in her cabin since she came on board, and he had been sitting in an overstuffed chair next to her bed, watching her sleep and dozing off himself occasionally. “Sir, can you tell me where I am and what I’m doing here?” the girl asked,. Too many ponies eventually became a problem so Mistress Dina settled on a compliment of twelve full time pony girls and six males. The number varies as ponies come and go and it doesn’t count temporary ponies. We have people who come for a few days or a few weeks. We get weekenders who come on a regular basis and some people spend their vacations as pony slaves, so sometimes we might have up to thirty ponies at the farm. Dina’s daughter Karen helped with the farm but the two of them couldn’t. He took a step back and looked at my wet nightgownin starting to stick to my body. He ran his hands down my body and rested them on my hips. With a quick tug he pulled me to him. I could feel his hard cock pressed against me. We kissed wildly as it rained harder and he slid his hands to my ass and gave it a firm squeeze.I firmly ran my fingers down his back as he squeezed my breast. I softly ran my fingers down his arm to his hand and placed my fingers between his. Letting out a soft moan as he.