He went to the guest bedroom, but Cindy wasn't there either. He heard the distant whinny of a stallion and looked out the window. Far off across field..., he could make out the shapes of horses. He couldn't tell for sure, but one of them appeared to be reared up. He ran to get his binoculars, took one look through them, and a minute later was mounted bareback and galloping his mount toward the group of horses in the distance. He wasn't going to miss this.He rode with one hand on the reins, his. You know...?" She stops, slightly flustered. He finds her cute."Been recognised?" He laughs, but not unkindly. Its an understandable concern. "No. You can rest easy. The videos are only downloadable in Europe to a selective audience, and they are quite expensive I understand. The clientelle are wealthy and every bit as discreet as you were promised. No one you know will ever see them. You just get to have some fun and pocket a tidy package of money for taking part."She looks relieved. "Good,. Overnight!’ For a few minutes, no one spoke. It was Erika who broke the silence. If they were crashing and burning, that was fine by her. So was getting Alistair back in the spotlight. Make the bastard suffer. ‘It makes sense, darling,’ she said, smiling sweetly at the black politician. ‘You have such charisma. If anyone can turn this round, you can.’ Brinkley-Jones didn’t speak at first. His eyes were rolling around his head, his face creased in thought. He bit down on his lower lip. ‘Isn’t it. To keep going he had to lean over, just barely making his cock press into her back. His fingers worked the soft skin of her sides, lightly brushing against the outside of her breasts and sending a shiver through her and making her move and shimmy a bit, making her body rub against his member. His eyes widened as it happened, there was no way she missed how hard he was now. Shit, he was sure she was going to freak out. She must've noticed his body stiffen and his work slow because she looked.