He took his seat in the front row and was handed a bidding baton as the first girl was being led into the arena. Her hands were tied behind her back and she was being led by a rope attached to a leather collar. She had mousy blond, short hair and her eyes were down cast, average sized breasts but was a little too broad in the hips. Sir Gregory knew exactly what he wanted and was prepared to wait and indeed pay for what he wanted.

The bidding was going well on the various lots and the punters were picking up some good mares. Then he spied her. She was magnificent. A mane of raven hair, a tanned, lean body, her abdominal muscles visible as she struggled, beautiful breasts capped by nipples that he guessed were an inch long and legs that would pull any cart he harnessed her to. She also had spirit and was fighting against being led around the arena. Spirit that would have to be tamed but hopefully not broken. He did love a challenge and no doubt would get one from her.

He turned out to be the only bidder the others no doubt not wanting to have to deal with such a spirited pony girl and that suited Sir Gregory perfectly. A beautiful pony girl for a bargain price. He paid the cashier and went to claim her.

She was in the transit stable shackled to a post, hands above her head accentuating the curve of her breasts and nipples. A well trimmed pubic mound indicated recent grooming and that pleased him. He walked up to her and stood facing her.

"Well girl you are mine now what do you have to say for yourself"..........