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&lt;p&gt;&amp;ldquo;Whoa!&amp;rdquo;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;At Master&amp;rsquo;s command, the two ponygirls skidded to a halt in front of a small cabin just off the park trail. A sign out front indicated that it had male and female restrooms.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;ldquo;Man, I gotta take a wicked dump!&amp;rdquo;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Master jumped out of the cart and crouched down in front of the panting women, using short chains with clips to quickly hobble each girl&amp;rsquo;s ankles together.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item></channel></rss>