Thread: Continue The Story

looking like death. Ah the memories. But what was his former master doing with that traffic cone? He watched anew as she

danced around the stage slowly undressing herself and easing the cone gently into

small desk drawer. It was a tight fit, but with lots of lube she managed it. After this she

her washable condom in order that the paint stayed on favourite cone
and also would not.....

get dressed and prepare for the enevitable abuse that the horse would throw at her, the horse being something of a prude

but thankfully unable to speak, just whinny and neigh a lot...plus there was the inevitable swishing of tails, stomping of hooves and flattening of ears. Life with her horse was going to be lots of fun, she'd missed his big

as you would expect from a thoroughbred who once aroused turned into a
'bucking bronco'

fluffy mane and big buck teeth that always made her tingle with excitement every time she would

give him an apple, but she'd really missed their magical moments together, where his big

strong body would carry her up and down

hills, mountains and valleys, across tundra, savanna and desert. She was so happy they could resume their relationship, perhaps she could even entice him to

wear the new saddle she'd bought for him, the one with the extra horn with which she could

ride side saddle. She longed to try it. She also hoped to

stay in the saddle long enough without falling off at the first jump

as riding such a big horse could be a painful and bumpy experience, only an exceptional rider could stay the distance, but she felt she could handle him.

and the impending president of Europe ,,,our Tone ( anyone give me a leg up so I can go and

However, Tony wasn't worried as he had god on his side

and a big fuckoff wad to get him out of any problems that he might encounter

and lots of rich and powerful friends, so really, what's to be concerned about? His life verged on the nauseatingly perfect

vision that his parents had wished for him, however as much as

he tried he couldn't get the little brow lady with no waist but huge tits out of his head

He'd kept this dirty little secret for years...and sent her a stipend every month "to take care her"...if only people knew...and she wasn't catholic either!

She was the very epitome of all that Tony was supposed to applaud and encourage but in reality, is what he despised and what he kept deeply hidden inside

another deep dark secret of Tony's was that Cherie was really the son of Tony Booth
so when s/he threatened to expose him he agreed to convert to Catholisism but
dumb Tony thought s/he said Castrolism.