She burst inside me with a scream, and another bout of spasms churned through my belly, punishing me ceaselessly with pleasure too great to take. I sh...ieked with mindless carnality, my conscious mind naught but the raging, merciless ecstasy that enslaved me. The wave crested within me, and steadied for a tortuous moment, holding me high on the edge. Then it crashed, and I was left incapacitated with relief, drooling on Elena’s heaving breasts.I was in a fugue state of bliss, savoring the. ’ Sam was training Chase with Warrior for the horse riding stunts he had to do in the film. Although Sam hadn’t even thought about it before, she realised that she was perfectly capable of training Chase herself after watching him with one of the stunt men. It was probably better for Chase as well. Sam was bossier. ‘After all, I can’t have you all black and blue. I’ll miss out on my fun. Now you go back to the trailer. I’m going to say goodnight to Warrior before I come in.’ Chase grinned at. “By the way, my name is Peter, what’s yours?” “Vicki. Short for Victoria.” “I guessed it was short for Victoria,” he laughed, glancing at my breasts then looked back at my eyes.“You don’t look very Victorian.” I was wearing a tight black turtle neck shirt and no bra—hate them and only wear one when I have to. My faded jeans were tight and I knew they looked good on me—especially with the boots. I can tell by the way guys look at me that they like what they see, and I could tell Peter liked. “Maybe for you?” I countered, trying to wrest back some control of the situation. She looked me in the eye with a mixture of reproach and pity. I put it back on the shelf and walked away, mumbling to myself.Five minutes later I was looking at the wines, trying to divine the blessed level at which low price and good quality met, when I became aware of somebody standing behind me. I had been there a minute or two and somebody probably wanted to look at what I was blocking.“Excuse me,” she said,.