Then, he started banging me hard.I kept moaning as he banged me for almost three minutes. He pushed me onto the bed and made me spread my legs. He got... between the legs as I guided his cock inside me. Arman started drilling me slow and steady by looking into my eye and playing with tits.He leaned forward and started kissing my lips and chewing my lower lip as I sucked his upper. His dick was out of my reach. I started sucking his lower lip, and he kept biting my upper lip. He almost crushed my. At the end of the day, allthe ponygirls were hosed down with cold water, thenfed healthy food that was cut into small pieces.? The meals, served in metal bowls, were tasty,and consisted of carrots, granola moistened with apple juice, andvitamins.? At first, it was hard forSweetlips to get used to eating with her hands tied behind her back, but, afterawhile, she was too hungry to protest.?In their stall, each ponygirl had a keg of water with a hose connectedto it hanging near her mouth, that. I heard the side door open and then close, but nothing happened. Usually when Reef goes out the back door, and he comes in the same way he went out. I stood motionless holding my wine glass in one hand and the bread stick in the other. I even stopped chewing because the crunching was loud. Still I heard nothing. A movement out of the corner of my eye and I swung to my left and found myself standing about a dozen feet from a guy around my age, longish hair, slim, not attractive but not ugly. After Mom died, I found an old photo of a teenaged girl in her effects. Dad thinks it’s my birth mother from around the time I was born, when she was supposedly seventeen. That’s all I have, though. The adoption was supposed to have been anonymous, so I’m not even sure where the picture came from.”“Have you tried to find her?”“Yeah, a bit. I’m listed in a couple registries for adoptees seeking birth parents. And my social media profiles all have a scan of the picture with a request for.