”What in the hell?” Lynnie gasped. Indian sex “So why you dress like whores and act like whores?” the Policewoman asked. ”What in the hell?” Lynnie gasped. “Papers,” the Policeman announced, “No papers, no registration, no permits.”
“Oh not again,” the Police woman sighed, “Put them in the interview room.”
“Look,” said Carlos, “We have arrived only now, there is no time for registration!”
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”Sure thing dude, ten bucks, ok?” the guy asked. this place is kind of weird.”
”No is Ok, we show you!” Luis assured her, as another human pony trotted towards them, a single girl pulling a two wheeled cart, at which Luis pointed and said “Rickshaw!”
Sunlight glinted on polished brass or was it gold rings at the ends of the girl’s bridle, through her nipples and through the lips of her sex all connected by glittering fine golden chains, while she trotted proud and upright her nipples stiff with arousal though her face was covered in black leather above her upper lip and she had just two small eye holes to peer through and was guided by the reins attached to the ends of the bit securely fastened between her teeth.
