The strange clasp on the back of my belt attached to the front of that pole. “It would be best if japanese you wore gloves to prevent frostbite,” Ms Pearson said after we were all in the traces. The ranchhands hurried around pushing strange, hoof-shaped gloves onto our hands. “Hold them up in the proper position,”Ms Delia said. “You want to look good for the other animals as we run through the forest.” “You forgot the sleigh bells,” Ms Pearson said. When the ranchhands returned I could hear the tinkling of a bunch of small bells. I heard several gasps and grunts behind me, but I couldn’t turn to see what was going on. Then the ranchhand grabbed my left breast and clamped a bell to my nipple. She asian quickly repeated that for my right breast. “Now all we need is the leader’s hat,” Ms Pearson said. A ranchhand came and stood in front of me with a strange-looking black leather helmet. There were several long, black feathers sticking straight up from the top of it. “Bend slightly,” the ranchhand said and I did. She put the helmet over my head and buckled the straps under my chin. A quick look to the left showed me that Charlotte had a similar helmet, but with white leather and white feathers. It wasn’t until I saw her feathers that I realized that I and all my girls had black belts while Charlotte and her girls had white. I hadn’t even noticed that Ms Pearson’s sleigh was white, while Ms Delia’s was black. “Open,” the ranchhand said, and I opened my mouth. She pressed a stiff piece of leather into my mouth and clipped it to the helmet on both sides. Another ranchhand handed her something and she clipped it to the end of the piece of leather. Then she clipped something to the Hairy other end of the piece. “Those are the reins,” Ms Delia said to me. “You are the leader of your section. They will follow you as we run. But I will be at the other end of the reins. I will tell you when to turn and when to stop.” She came closer to me and smiled. “The whip will tell you when to go and when to go faster.” She then walked back to get into her sleigh. Hardcore After Ms Pearson got into her sleigh, she called out, “Forward,” and snapped small tits a long whip. From the way Charlotte jumped, it either snapped right behind her or hit her on the ass. Ms Delia also called out forward. I heard the sharp snap of the whip and felt a sudden sting in my left ass cheek. I didn’t make a conscious decision, but I started running. The bit in my mouth was directing me out onto a snowpacked trail that led toward the forrest. I don’t know how long we ran, but I– and all of the girls– were dead tired before we got back to the ranchhouse. We also now understood fully the true order of power and authority in our office. I was in charge of my section, but Ms Deliah and Ms Pearson held the reins... and the whip. “There is a sauna and a large hot pool,” Ms Delia said as we pulled back into the garage. “I would advise using them before going off to bed.” “And tomorrow,” Ms Pearson said, “we are going to use the big sleigh with two leaders and three columns of fillies. Then the leaders will learn to work together.” Her light tan skin still glistening with sweat from her work out and her tits bulged out of her top at eye level begging for attention that John had no problem giving. Then I remembered my fantasy. As I walked back outside with my arms full the cool summer breeze blew across my body. Wieder hob ich den Blick, diesmal gewillt Janas entsetztem Blick standzuhalten. “Go ahead, Dad. They're so hard. She clamped her hands behind my head pulling me deeper as I could hear her moans. After dinner they watched some tv and played board games. Then I’ll show you what you’ve been missing.” One at a time, they fearfully approached the small tits sentinels manning the vat of stew. It’s been a tradition of ours for YEARS.” Not wanting to disappoint the insanely hot girl lying naked on his bed, Logan obliged and pulled off his pants as he straddled her. I loved this incestuous flavor. If I had been a man, I’d have been admired and set up as some kind of role model. This is my girlfriend and her kitty cat belongs to me. Got it? I never gave her the slightest notion I was with her.” Either way I don’t give a shit. The bar itself might just be the nicest hotel bar that I have ever been in. The seats are all cushioned leather, they are overstuffed cushioned leather. She carried out the word ‘Squirt,’ then noticed my blushing. “No, it’s okay, my boyfriend wouldn’t approve. I wanted to cry out right now as I imagined the feel of my sister fingering my cunt. In fact I give her three consecutive and soft pussy slaps with the same hand which is pampering her clit right now. The house they stopped at was a Hairy big two stories brick house brick. I’ve made a couple of minor changes.” I would set her free from her brother so she could create such beautiful art. Neither of us was allowed to hold each other accountable to what seemed fun while being all jacked up. A couple of years back one of Beth’s nephews, Jerrod, had come to japanese visit for a summer so Dave brought asian in a nice cot into Hardcore what they simply called “the Shed”. “That’s right bitch,” she told to the terrified girl. “Well Charlotte, it’s no big deal, all you have to do is take your clothes off and sit around for a couple of hours.”