I walked out to the nearest bend of the ravine and found that I was perhaps a hundred feet above the desert floor, and the way down the ravine was rel...tively open. Certainly, people would have no trouble negotiating that path, and I figured horses could probably do it in both directions without too much trouble.I was just turning back to the opening, when some movement caught my eye. I knelt behind a boulder and watched as a lone horseman walked his mount around a spur of rock, moving slowly. ”“Oh wow, so good, my first oral sex. My man never did that to me, never, I like it,” she moaned as I licked and teased her cunt lips with my tongue. “Relax, I want you to orgasm on my tongue for me,” I whispered as I slid a finger into her and kept licking. After a long, slow build up, her whole body was shaking as she orgasmed for the first time on a man’s tongue.“I want you to wear a very short skirt for me when you arrive tomorrow Gina”, I told her a few days later.“Why,” she. Finally pulling the shirt I free her arms and she drops the bra to the floor. After a few moments of massaging and kissing her breasts I pull away, I could spend all evening there. I circle behind her taking in her exposed beauty.From behind I brush her hair back over her shoulder and kiss it. A momentary softness before my right hand reaches under her arm to her throat, pulling her head back against my shoulder. My left hand goes to her breast naturally as if that's just where it’s meant to. "There's someone that wants to see you. A friend of the General."Clegg sighed. None of this boded well but he got into the car anyway. It pulled away from the curb, drove up to Piccadilly Circus and then doubled back on itself, heading back towards Trafalgar Square and Whitehall.The Daimler swept by the Admiralty — Clegg had half expected them to stop there - and on, down Whitehall, passing Horse Guards Parade. It turned into Great George Street and stopped outside the heavily sandbagged.