#166274 - Do you want me to look like a brainless bimbo, I asked, like a total tart? I demanded. There must have been fifteen hundred people watching either sitting at tables raised above the dance floor, or on the chairs around the periphery, or simply standing on the dance floor watching as Tom led me to the raised platform and undid my crotch strap, he took me to the left of the three waiting pony girls, while Daddy dragged a far from willing Mummy to the right and wrapped her reins around the rail in the same way Tom secured mine. Even that first morning for the heats where they whittled down the field to the best forty or so there were hundreds of people present and we were expected to be pleasant and placid like nice little ponies, well I'll tell you when I'm angry I kick like a mule, Ah monsieur Melton, a swarthy little pompous frenchman exclaimed, as he stroked my hair and stuck two fingers in my vagina What a beautiful pony, I tolerated it for ages, three, f