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thrust out. Lift your knees high and keep your head up. Toss your head, just like a real pony would and don’t try to hide what we used to call the private parts of our bodies and you’ll do alright.”
    Angela practised all the points Jane had mentioned and again received her applause. “All right, you’re ready. Now remember. You are at his beck and call all day but he may not want you for hours. You may have to stand and wait, sometimes all day without him using you at all. When that happens, stand still and look beautiful. Don’t fidget...”
    Angela took all this in and acknowledged the other girl’s help but then she had another question: “Jane, where do I sleep? I imagine, since I am to be available to him, that it will be here?”
    â€œIt is. We have a room of sorts, up in the attic under the roof. We even get to sleep on a bed even if it small and hard and narrow. It’s better than the straw and the gawking males in the cages, though. We also get much better food. Cook isn’t a prisoner but she looks after us and gives us the same food she gives the mayor and Mrs Swift. Right. Now around to the front. That’s right, step lively, even when you think no-one is looking. There always is...”
    Jane left her standing on the front drive under the porte cochere outside the front door. She stood there for an hour and then he emerged. “Do you know how to get to the town hall, Angela?” he asked.
    â€œYes, Mr Mayor.”
    â€œRight. Take me there, please.”
    She took off, down the sweeping circular drive and through the lovely gardens of his residence and out into the avenue, stepping as she had been advised in a high gait that looked good but she knew would tax her in time. He let her set her own pace this time. It was two miles to his office and he knew it would take her a while to adjust to this new workload, no matter how athletic she was.
    Jane had been right in one thing. He always did choose the athletic types for his pony girls, for a number of reasons. Athletic girls were stronger and usually had more staying power for their role as ponies; they were always much better in bed; they looked good; and, most importantly, he loved to watch their fine muscles rippling and cording as they strained to pull his gig.
    He felt his cock hardening as he watched her beautiful buttocks, thighs and back. He imagined spearing his long thick member in between those pert cheeks (since he couldn’t see her vagina at the moment) and wondered how tight it would be. He also thought of caressing her lissom body, pulling it close to his in bed.
    No! he thought. I must not think of such things. Not with this girl. She is a cut above the common herd, despite, not because of her parents. Perhaps later, but for now, I must content myself with Amanda and with the beautiful Jane. His mind wandered to the copper coloured body of his housemaid/prisoner and he sighed as he remembered their last encounter in bed. She was a little virago, that one, and although he kept himself very fit with an hour in the gym every day, he was no match for her, which was why he only took her once a week or thereabouts.
    His thoughts turned to Amanda. Mrs Swift was also a very intelligent woman as well as a beautiful one. In other times he would have been content with her alone but these days, since it was almost expected that a man use his servants, he indulged himself. They didn’t speak of it and on the occasions he did ask Jane to his bed, he always contrived that his wife was out of the house at one of her ‘social do’s’. He had begun to worry about her of late, though. She seemed to be more than a little preoccupied but when he taxed her with it, she had said it was nothing. “Woman trouble,” she had said and he had hastily dropped the subject.
    Angela dropped the mayor off at the imposing front entrance to the town hall and then took the gig round to the garages