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Patsy Sloane caught a glimpse of herself in the mirror. Excitement flashed back from her pretty reflection. She was blonde, with wide innocent blue eyes and big overripe tits that made all the boys in school drool.
She paced the small room, waiting, anxious. She stopped. Someone was coming! A loud knock on the door caused her heart to skip a beat.
“Come in,” she said meekly. Trembling she watched the door open.
Ellen, the leader of the small exclusive Horse Club, came into the room first. Tracy and Mary were behind her. They were barely able to keep their excitement contained.
“Are you ready, Patsy?” Ellen asked, anticipating the afternoon’s events. She feasted her eyes on the trembling blonde, remembering her own initiation four years ago into Hillside’s Horse Club. A tremor swept through her hot sexy body.
Patsy nodded. “I’m ready,” she said tremulously. She looked at the three girls. She was the youngest. A nervous smile failed. She felt funny. It was almost sexual — the secrecy, the unknown. She giggled to herself. Since the beginning of summer everything was sexual to her.
“Put the blindfold on her,” Ellen ordered.
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