I didn’t even budge a centimeter from there. I was so lost in her eyes and her lips that I felt like thanking God for this.After a while of gossips,...she took my hand and we went to the restaurant. Well after entering the restaurant I felt some gazes at me as she was holding my wrist and leading me. But instead, I should have been the one to do it. So I thought it’s normal.But still, the feeling of those gazes was creepy. We sat at the table and the waiter came. She ordered something and then. My place was more east than south of Lamesa, and backed up against the edges of the hills. I put the beer in a tub of ice and as I finished the first bottle I started getting a slight smile on my face. By the time I'd consumed about four or so the smile had turned into a grin then a full fledged shit-eatin' grin. I felt really relaxed sitting there in the now dark night for the first time in months. The still warm fall evening and the high-octane beer were working well together.This was all. I’ve known him for years, since I was a child. He used to bring his two children here to go riding when they were small. And now, to my total shock and horror, there he is, standing in the stables, only a few metres away, watching me masturbate, naked on the saddle. I stop and stare at him in disbelief, my mouth open in a silent scream of panic, my long, tousled hair clinging to my damp, perspiring face. Instinctively, I wrap my arms about my body, in an attempt to hide my naked breasts from. He was going to hurt me. What do you do?"There was an instant change. Now the eyes were as cold as Antarctic ice. Rajah bared his teeth and let out a deep-throated growl that was frightening in its intensity. "Thank you, darling," Joyce said, then to Charley, "You can swing over to me now, Charley, and thank you."With the camera now in tight on Joyce she said, "Can you see any mugger in his right mind ignoring that? Maybe Rajah can't speak English, but he certainly can communicate. Don't you.