The role might change; an owner might turn his dog slave intoa ponyslave, but that's very rare. If the owner wants a pony slave usuallythey just buy o...ne. With the abundance of petslaves that's never a problem.There's always another one." She sobered. "That's part of what makes this jobnecessary. There are so many petslaves, and they've become so cheap now withthe new drug therapies the training facilities are using to condition themthat they've become rather a disposable item. I've seen abuse. Thenn smiled at me as he saw my confusion. “Bradley, welcome to Club PT" He said as he strolled over to the bar. I followed close behind as I watched two girls who looked about twelve years old in matching gold little dresses grinding lewdly all over each other, one greedily sucking on the finger of the other. Their eyes locked on me as I swallowed a bit nervously as we sidled up to the bar. Good evening Mr. Thenn the bartender said as he pushed two drinks toward us. Hey there Ben he said as. I stand up, looking around with haste until my eyes fix on my hairbrush on a countertop. I grab it and sit back down, this time with one leg over an armrest. I put the handle of the brush in my mouth, covering it with my saliva before taking it out and slowly lower it down my body. I rub the tip of the handle against my clit, giggling at the strange feeling. My giggles turn into moans as my body shakes a little bit. I squeeze my breast with one hand as I lower the hairbrush to my vagina and. She gets to the fridge, opens the door, and bends over making that ass round out even more as she said “beer OK?” I said “sure” with my eyes locked onto that fine ass, I guess I must have gotten in heavy stare mode because I didn’t really notice her turn around and she caught me in full ass stare!I felt so busted! She knew I was staring at her ass and she smiled and said “You like what you see back there?”I was a total loss for words and in shock at the same time and all I could come up with.