(http://lh4.ggpht.com/_zLznuQOQgo4/S2Lu3rvTXSI/AAAAAAAAErM/rKcd2jz26Lw/image4.png) (http://fc07.deviantart.net/fs70/i/2010/182/c/f/black_man_with_blues_eyes_by_kungfauxboi.jpg)<br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 18pt;">GEORGES LATOUVIER AND HIS FRIEND BOBBIE MORGAN</span></span><br/><strong>Location:</strong>At the train station<br/><strong>With:</strong>Titty the pony girl; NPCs Jimmy the coach driver, Snobby the pony girl; Latouvier's Asian slave.<br/><br/>With a clopping of hooves and a jingling of nipple-bells, the pony-taxi pulled up in the marked cab-rank. Citroens and Renaults, Mercs and Audis filled the rank in front and behind, with the Monaco licensed taxi black and white chequer paintwork along their sides.<br/><br/><strong>"Alright! That was a mighty fine run."</strong>Georges Latouvier declared.<strong>"I need to do this more often. Damn, that's some fine pony ass. Wait here driver, I'll be back with my friend in a while."</strong><br/><br/>A gaggle of cabbies, puffing on Gauloises and scratching their behinds, stood chatting by a wall. Several turned to look at the pony girls. A couple took photos. The taxi service operated by Mes Poulains Petits was still a rare enough sight to attract plenty of attention, even from the locals.<br/><br/>Georges untied his breathless Korean slut and, giving her face an almighty slap, hard enough to bruise her innocent looks, and make her cry out in pain, led her away up the station steps and out of sight.<br/><br/><hr/><br/>Fifteen minutes went by. Evidently the Paris train was on time as five or six minutes after it was due to arrive, three figures came down the steps again. Georges had a friend with him, another black guy, this one even bigger, if that were possible. While Georges was clearly French of north African descent, his friend was apparently American. He wore a cream silk suit, a lemon shirt that he wore 80s style with the collar out over the jacket lapels, with outrageous white spats over his black lounge shoes and together the pair of them looked like successful pimps or drug dealers on holiday. Maybe they were. They were certainly brash and loud and lacked any sense of propriety. Places like the Casino Monte Carlo always quietly and sumgly accepted such tourists through its doors. On the borderline in terms of dress sense and behaviour the casino staff just smiled and bowed courteously and knew such customers were their bread and butter and could net the casino ten or twenty thousand Euros a night in profit. They could put up with spats and lemon shirts 80s style for that price.<br/><br/>Georges and Bobbie were deep in conversation that carried a sinister edge.<br/><br/><strong>"No, I haven't found another cunt yet. Got Travis and Ray checking the Asiatic markets and Mikey at home looking at local girls but the westerners always seem to be too big."</strong><br/><br/><strong>"Know what you mean, bro. Ah reckon so many men like 'em with big tits and big asses, you just can't get good slim whities any more."</strong><br/><br/><strong>"This cunt looks great. What's her name?"</strong><br/><br/><strong>"No idea, Bob, couldn't pronounce it if I could remember it! Mah-Yong or somethin!"</strong><br/><br/>Bobbie chuckled and gave the petite Asian's behind a hearty slap. One of her eyes was already closing, bruised from the whack Georges had given her earlier.<br/><br/>The two men climbed aboard the wagon and once again the slave was leashed to a rear handle.<br/><br/><strong>"Alright, driver, back to the casino please - Hey Bobbie, check out these pony-girls, get a look at those asses, ain't they something?"</strong><br/><br/>The friend laughed.<br/><br/><strong>"Those asses are okay I guess but I like 'em much smaller. Hey I wonder how big the butt plugs are that hold the tails in?"</strong><br/><br/>The man asked Jimmy who told him. The fare seemed disappointed.<br/><br/><strong>"Nah - that ain't for me. That's gonna stretch her butthole wide open. Where's the pleasure in fucking that? I need a tight slave. One that screams when you fuck her up the ass."</strong><br/><br/>As the wagon set off the Asian slave, bound and helpless, trotted behind, her small tits on display.<br/><br/><strong>"Sweet little titties Georges my man! Very fine. She looks fourteen! What a find."</strong><br/><br/><strong>"Hey man, I ain't going there, so don't even mention that underage shit. Mah-Yong is twenty three."</strong><br/><br/><strong>"No shit? Man she looks half that age."</strong><br/><br/><strong>"That's the whole point, but I ain't doin' anything illegal. And the tightness... man you gotta try her! She's like a sweet wet silk vice. What a great cunt. I've had her on double Venus for three days and she's not had any sex except my piece down her throat. She's gagging for it."</strong><br/><br/><strong>"Two into one again?"</strong><br/><br/><strong>"Sure, same as before. You want front or back?"</strong><br/><br/><strong>"She clean?"</strong><br/><br/><strong>"Yep, had her on that anal drug thing for a few days too. Nice and clean, slippery and juicy."</strong><br/><br/><strong>"I'll take her ass then. And if she splits?"</strong><br/><br/><strong>"Who gives a fuck?"</strong>Georges Latouvier replied, smiling, and without a care in the world,<strong>"Just dispose of her and buy another."</strong><br/><br/>Bobbie Morgan chuckled. The new law didn't care if they fucked girls so hard they destroyed their insides. They could sell them to the dogfood factories and the loose change was a downpayment on another. Life was good.