Chapter Twent- Eight
To the paddock area, 128 notes it is indeed a hot and sunny morning as she attaches the prongs of a weighty chariot to the thick waist belt of steed 88.
Nearby she spies the amazingly athletic physique of 127... the rippling abdominal muscles, furled buttocks, thighs of black iron. She is tethered to a light pony cart, a male member standing nearby, sjambok at the ready, enthused with his power... the prospect of putting the former track star through a brisk and challenging workout.
“Water him well,” the command returning her attention. “And a little more fluffing won’t hurt,” Miss Penny’s directives to bring further delay, knowing her human canine is most eager to run for her.
128 obediently squeezes a plastic water bottle, the contents known to be the salted wat
