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steepling his hands under his chin.
“We’ve had someone asking round about White Lightning – or the girl she used to be I mean .”
“Nothing new there. You’re paid to put them off.”
“Yeah, hoods and low-lifes looking for their whores and mules. We can handle them. But this is different.”
“Go on.”
“I had to track back from who was doing the asking to find who was paying to have the questions asked , that alone bothered me – it ain’t normal . Had to lean on a couple too. But it goes back to a P . I.”
Wilbur snorted and relaxed.
“No, Sir. We know this one. He’s expensive, very careful and very discreet. The rich guys use him to keep an eye on other rich guys.” A thought seemed to strike him and he added, “If you don’t mind my saying, Sir”
Wilbur waved the apology away, he never used local P . I . s for anything.
“Ok. Keep me informed,” he said and cut Henry off.
Damnation! His best ever pony! But then of course that was why she was being looked for, a girl of that calibre wouldn’t be just a Jane Doe, someone would want her. But all the signs when Henry picked her up had seemed to point to her being just a n ordinary girl on the run .
It wasn’t the ranch and the pony girls being exposed that bothered him, the current climate was getting much more permissive and tolerant of the sport. That would blow over. But the last thing he needed for a lot of other projects was big government agencies sticking their noses into his affairs. He was especially anxious to avoid the IRS.
There was only one thing to do. He didn’t want to but this was no time for sentiment.
It was mid morning on race day before her groom came for Sophie to tack her up for her first race. Her grooming was a bit more thorough than on a normal day. He scrubbed her down in the shower using the sponge mounted on a broom handle as usual, but with more than normal diligence. He made her part her legs and if he noticed the crusted sperm on and about her groin he made no comment. When he turned the shower off he used the hose to douche her and she felt cool and relaxed inside as he dried her hair off and brushed it through before tying it into a tight ponytail. Then he coated her body in oil. Sophie loved this part, not only because a man’s hands ran over and into every feminine crevice and fold of her body, but also because she loved how it made her gleam. When he was finished and she was feeling keen to get on, h e tapped her cheeks and she obediently opened her mouth to receive her bit and he gave her a moment or two to champ on it and get comfortable. Then he lifted the web of leather strapping that was her bridle over her head and sorted it until he could buckle it under her chin and settle the straps that ran from her nose down over her cheeks and joined her bit rings, which also supported her reins. Once the rings had been clipped to the bit and the straps over her head were untwisted and the buckle at her chin tested again for a snug fit, the plumes in the red and gold of the ranch were added at the crown of her head and her blinkers were clipped on. Then her stable collar was removed and her racing collar was buckled on. This one was in quilted leather that was soft to the skin but which had a hard core that kept her head raised and made it almost impossible for her to turn it as it made it uncomfortable. Sophie liked it , it was pleasantly controlling and s he knew from the admiring noises the men made when she was paraded that they liked her in harness; and that meant plenty of sex.
She raised her feet behind her, one at a time to have her boots laced on. They were low wedged heels, safe enough to run in at the speeds she was capable of when pulling a sulky. And then finally it was time for her favourite part of the process. The groom tapped the undersides of her breasts.
“Come on, girl. Present!” he said.
Immediately she thrust her chest out proudly and saw his appreciative smile as he
“We’ve had someone asking round about White Lightning – or the girl she used to be I mean .”
“Nothing new there. You’re paid to put them off.”
“Yeah, hoods and low-lifes looking for their whores and mules. We can handle them. But this is different.”
“Go on.”
“I had to track back from who was doing the asking to find who was paying to have the questions asked , that alone bothered me – it ain’t normal . Had to lean on a couple too. But it goes back to a P . I.”
Wilbur snorted and relaxed.
“No, Sir. We know this one. He’s expensive, very careful and very discreet. The rich guys use him to keep an eye on other rich guys.” A thought seemed to strike him and he added, “If you don’t mind my saying, Sir”
Wilbur waved the apology away, he never used local P . I . s for anything.
“Ok. Keep me informed,” he said and cut Henry off.
Damnation! His best ever pony! But then of course that was why she was being looked for, a girl of that calibre wouldn’t be just a Jane Doe, someone would want her. But all the signs when Henry picked her up had seemed to point to her being just a n ordinary girl on the run .
It wasn’t the ranch and the pony girls being exposed that bothered him, the current climate was getting much more permissive and tolerant of the sport. That would blow over. But the last thing he needed for a lot of other projects was big government agencies sticking their noses into his affairs. He was especially anxious to avoid the IRS.
There was only one thing to do. He didn’t want to but this was no time for sentiment.
It was mid morning on race day before her groom came for Sophie to tack her up for her first race. Her grooming was a bit more thorough than on a normal day. He scrubbed her down in the shower using the sponge mounted on a broom handle as usual, but with more than normal diligence. He made her part her legs and if he noticed the crusted sperm on and about her groin he made no comment. When he turned the shower off he used the hose to douche her and she felt cool and relaxed inside as he dried her hair off and brushed it through before tying it into a tight ponytail. Then he coated her body in oil. Sophie loved this part, not only because a man’s hands ran over and into every feminine crevice and fold of her body, but also because she loved how it made her gleam. When he was finished and she was feeling keen to get on, h e tapped her cheeks and she obediently opened her mouth to receive her bit and he gave her a moment or two to champ on it and get comfortable. Then he lifted the web of leather strapping that was her bridle over her head and sorted it until he could buckle it under her chin and settle the straps that ran from her nose down over her cheeks and joined her bit rings, which also supported her reins. Once the rings had been clipped to the bit and the straps over her head were untwisted and the buckle at her chin tested again for a snug fit, the plumes in the red and gold of the ranch were added at the crown of her head and her blinkers were clipped on. Then her stable collar was removed and her racing collar was buckled on. This one was in quilted leather that was soft to the skin but which had a hard core that kept her head raised and made it almost impossible for her to turn it as it made it uncomfortable. Sophie liked it , it was pleasantly controlling and s he knew from the admiring noises the men made when she was paraded that they liked her in harness; and that meant plenty of sex.
She raised her feet behind her, one at a time to have her boots laced on. They were low wedged heels, safe enough to run in at the speeds she was capable of when pulling a sulky. And then finally it was time for her favourite part of the process. The groom tapped the undersides of her breasts.
“Come on, girl. Present!” he said.
Immediately she thrust her chest out proudly and saw his appreciative smile as he
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