"What are you doing now?" Patsy gasped as Ellen's hands pulled at her blouse. She was dizzy, standing in the center of the barn, blindfolded, with everyone staring, everyone but her knowing what would be happening next.

"I'm going to show everyone that your tits are real. Some of the girls think you wear falsies," Ellen laughed.

Patsy gasped. Her knees weakened. She wanted to belong to the Horse Club more than anything. She loved horses. She loved to ride them and care for them. She bit her bottom lip and accepted her fate. If it was a show they wanted, she was going to give it to them. Any price was worth paying to ride the ponies and horses the Horse Club owned. Any price was worth it to belong.

"Mmmm, nice and plump," Ellen said, after slipping off Patsy's blouse.

"Take off her bra," Tracy sighed, and leered at Patsy's ripe tits spilling from the lace.

Patsy felt as if she were on fire. She was glad no one could see her eyes. If they could, they would be able to see how hot she was. Goose bumps dotted her smooth flesh as Ellen's hands caressed her tits.

"Do you like having your tits played with?" Ellen purred.

"Nnnn," Patsy moaned. She nodded, her legs trembling.

Ellen licked her lips. "Then you should take off your bra and show us that there is nothing false about your tits." She stepped back, her own body tingling. Patsy looked delicious and she could think of nothing else but the blonde's virgin pussy.

Patsy brought her hands to her bra. She fumbled with the snap, glad for the first time in her life that she had big tits, bigger, she knew, than Ellen's, who was three years older. The bra came away in her hand. Her plump fleshy globes became exposed. She heard everyone gasp and smiled inwardly. Trying not to be too obvious about it she pulled her shoulders back jutting her tits out proudly, tingling with lust.