“Dear?” it was a question.“It’s okay,” he said. “If you want to, I’m fine with it. If you don’t then...”Before he finished, I turned... back to the man, wrapped my arms around him and pulled him to me. All I had needed was permission. This dark taboo had burned inside me since I was a small child, fascinated with the African-American people surrounding me growing up in my bigoted home and community. The supposed wrongness of it had tempted me, the fear of my father had kept me from acting. My. The men would wear them while with the Mistress and after would keep the plug minus the tail. They would wear these until the next time they saw thier Mistress. Then it would come out long enough to put the one with the tail back in. This particular pony wore one for three months straight, but when he finally broke, she was happiest with him than any of her other ponies.His wrists were tied behind his head, his cock hard and his balls swollen. The cock ring was slightly too small, putting. I started to have really naughty thoughts about me and her so I cunningly pushed my ass against her pussy to see if she would grind back. I did it 3 or 4 times and then she grinded back surprisingly! Mmm I could feel the wetness through her panties it was so warm. I’ve always wanted to explore another girl’s pussy but didn’t know if they wanted me to make a move, well I took a chance. I turned around and I could see that she was turned on with her soft brown bedroom eyes.She smiled at me and. Fury, was my mothers undoing, and guilt my fathers. My father, the divine extrovert, became silent, his innermost thoughts collapsed in on himself and the voice of despair overtook him. His job left him to his solace (though his boss let me know when my father had returned that he was welcome to reapply), and his family departed after the funeral (save myself). So my father sat, a shell staring at a television that was almost always off; sat on a couch left only to the dampening whispers of his.