.. !!Jess focussed her mind, letting her body move as her stallion dictated. She was aware of him, his power, the muscles in his chest and belly moved...against her own. They were bound so close that only sweat could fit between them, his shaft was buried deep inside her, but there was little movement, almost no sensation other than fullness, the familiar stretching of her body demanded by his powerful shaft.His previous owner and trainer had both been correct, he was too much horse, but right. It held over in Washington DC for a while before taking off again for New York City.She stepped out onto 34th street and walked away from Penn Station. But she was no innocent lost girl with nowhere to go; her destination was on a slip of paper that she pulled from her purse and looked over once again; not that she needed to, for the address was committed to her memory.A few blocks south brought her to 20th street and 8th avenue. An alley between two shops led back and around a corner to a set. (So much easier for cleaning up.) Slipping one on I settle back, slowly sliding my foreskin back to expose the sensitive tip. My fingers slowly stroking as I imagine she can see me watching her. My focus moves slowly from one picture to the next my imagination bringing her to life as I see her move from one position to the next as each piece of clothing falls away. In my head I can hear her whispering my name, her voice and accent so exotically different from what I hear daily on the streets. You’ve seen your parents?’ ‘Yes, Ma’am,’ Leslie said. ‘I went there straight from Israel. Home a week. Ready to get going, Ma’am. I am also ready to get in the fight. The schools have been great but…I want to use all this training.’ The colonel and captain were nodding. The commodore was stalwart, never changing expression. They stood up. ‘Good luck, Captain. Go find some new insignia. Congratulations,’ the captain said, holding out her hand to shake his. He responded with his hand, shook.