Velvet made sure that she rubbed her cunt through her pants across the top of the smooth leather saddle. She spasmed a little and rocked on her horse....er breaths increased in vigor and her brow beaded up with sweat. She rode faster and bent her frame onto the horse's neck. Her tits rubbed his mane.Her tongue swiped along her wet lips at a furious pace. Like a lizard's tongue it darted in and out from between her lips. Her face was very serious.The object of this game was to build up enough. Her husband! How could anyone mistake somebody else for their spouse? I don’t care how poor the light might have been. How much alike could me and her husband possibly be?Wait a minute! I suddenly remembered something Rita had told me earlier in the week. *Rita was a friend of mine from New York. She had accompanied me on my jaunt down to Georgia. We were good friends – friends that were always there for one another. Rita and I had gotten along well for years – but not so well to ever consider. ....I know it sounds wierd, but we're just a couple middle aged guys having fun! If you would, I'd give you half, which is $20, and I have it here!" holding out a twenty. She just kind of giggled and said "Are you fucking serious? Did Jen put you up to this? That Bitch!" I laughed and said no, I was serious and if she wasn't into it, it was cool. So she said "I'll tell you what, give me the whole 40 bucks and they're yours! You're going to be out 40 bucks anyways if I don't give them to you, so. Sitting on her deck watching the waves roll in, she brought me a glass of iced tea. I could feel the sea breeze as my hair fluttered over my shoulders like a shredded flag. Being the blunt person she is, she asked, “What’s your normal rate?” “Two Thousand for dinner and two hours after dinner."“That’s a fair number, but how would you like to earn three or four times that much?”“I’m doing a snuff film!” “No, of course not, but if I introduce you to the ‘right people’, that kind of money is.