(http://lh4.ggpht.com/_zLznuQOQgo4/S2Lu3rvTXSI/AAAAAAAAErM/rKcd2jz26Lw/image4.png)<br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 18pt;">GEORGES LATOUVIER</span></span><br/><strong>Location:</strong>Place du Casino, getting a cab for the station<br/><strong>With:</strong>Titty the pony girl; NPCs Jimmy the coach driver, Snobby the pony girl; his slave.<br/><br/><strong>“TAXI!”</strong><br/><br/>A big beefy coloured man of clear African descent came down the casino steps. He wore a cream fedora, dark shades, a pink silk shirt and chinos with crocodile skin loafers. He had so much bling draped around his neck and wrists that his jewellery probably weighed as much as his slave did. In tow he had a tiny Asian girl on a leash – Korean or Thai. She was naked except for a pair of black high heels and her skin was a light honey colour, an even tan. She had a short auburn boyish crop, little cute breasts with pierced nipples and was very petite, probably no more than five feet tall. Her tiny size made her look much younger than the 18 she legally had to be. Her wrists were cuffed behind her and her inner thighs glistened from her drug-induced arousal. She had a hooded heavy look to her eyes - a desperate look that might well mean "Please, please fuck me soon, I really need a cock! I need one really hard!" Beside her the black guy towered and if he had sex with her, which seemed very likely, one might wonder why she didn’t simply split and rip open as his size entered her. Perhaps she liked the agony of being stretched or more likely perhaps he, her owner, liked small and very tight slaves to torment with his huge cock. An African of his build was likely to be extremely well hung.<br/><br/><strong>“To the railway station please driver. I’m meeting a friend there on the two-twenty Paris train. Wait in the cab rank and then bring us back here.”</strong><br/><br/>Before the big man boarded the rear seats of the taxi he went around to see the motive power. At the sight of the two buxom pony girls he grinned, an immense set of pure white teeth revealing that he had a very good and obviously very expensive dentist.<br/><br/><strong>“Man, will you take a look at <em>these!</em>”</strong>Georges Latouvier said though his wide happy grin. ‘These’ turned out not to be the slave girls themselves but the most remarkable features each had.<strong>“What fine white titties!”</strong>he took hold of the body parts in question with both hands, one on each pony, and bounced the tits on his meaty palms. The girls’ bells jingled and their soft vulnerable flesh slapped up and down as Georges played with them.<br/><br/><strong>“Man I bet you get some mighty sweet milk from these bitches!”</strong>he declared, talking to Jimmy, or perhaps himself. He gave both women a final squeeze then let them go and walked around to the rear of the cab. He had tucked his own slave’s leash in his belt as he’d said hello to the ponies and now he untucked it and tied it to a hand-grab on the rear of the vehicle.<br/><br/><strong>“Mah white cunt’s gonna run behind your taxi mah man, and no need to go slow, she’s fit.”</strong><br/><br/>The springs of the wagon groaned as the African climbed aboard and sat down, leaning back so that he could look forwards to view the ponies rumps.<br/><br/><strong>“My, look at the ass on that redhead, she’s got a butt on her as fine as my old momma’s!”</strong>