An instant rapport. Perhaps because we both kill people for money. No it wasn’t that. It was that stuff about being lonely. That was when two hearts...met. They might have been two stone cold hearts which would shatter and destroy each other the instant they touched. But red was a lonely girl. And I was a lonely boy. Which is why I went looking for her. She wasn’t difficult to spot. I knew she had started from King’s Street and West and I knew where she had paused to kill Mr Mystery Attacker. It. Sucking and licking all over it. The sucking stopped long enough so they could make another drink. Joe we are both married men but when we get this chance to get away we like to have this kind of fun are you ok with it Hell we started now didnt we and smiled. The next statement took me back a bit. Jim said joe we like to have a male sex slave for the evening. You wont get hurt promise but would you like to play our slave and do what you are told. I gulped my drink down, i really buzzed. We miss the suction, the grip of a tight teen pussy stroking our cock with every inch. I pulled back till my tip was literally wedged in between her lips right on the edge of her opening, then thrust back in several inches. Everything was now perfectly lubed, and going mint. I worked slowly back, then slowly further in, slowly back, then slowly further in. Finally, the second best feeling next to the first push, that moment when she is full of my cock. I felt my cock brush up against her cervix. Inside the stables – we track backwards from the large main doors, a line of stalls – horses leaning out over the half-gates, looking at us as we move between them. Bright eyes, lazy movements. We swing around and look into the small parade ring at the end of the building. There’s a single, large, magnificent looking stallion standing in a pool of light – flipping his head back, flicking his tail, shuffling a little with a loud clip-clop of hoofs as we get closer ... It’s hard to believe this.