With Ricky and the other rich kids.

Nat waves to Ricky and heads toward that table, stepping nimbly between the chattering, chewing, and occasionally fucking diners. She slides into a seat at the end of the bench next to Ricky{if Ricky>20}, who gives her a warm smile as she does{endif}.

"No no no," Irina is saying to Damian. "It's not like that at all!"

"Whaaat? C'mon, look at this!" Damian is showing her something on his phone. "Never?"

"No! Those are for training ranches, it's a whole other thing! That's where they send sluts who are trophy wives and that sort of thing...the ones who need training..."

"She's claiming she doesn't use this kind of saddle," Damian says with a smirk, turning his phone to show the group some sort of ad that shows a riding saddle...with a large dildo and smaller butt plug mounted on it, such that sitting on the saddle would entail being double-penetrated. Nat {if Sluttery>80}lets out a little moan of desire at the sight{elseif Sluttery>40}laughs{else}blushes{endif}, Zoe rolls her eyes, and Faith snorts.

"I don't!" Irina exclaims, slightly red. "Th-That's not what it's like."

"Yeah, but maybe you should," Damian says with a snicker. "I mean, riding, you're already training for the other kind of riding, right...?"

The banter is interrupted by a loud throat-clearing at the end of the table.