They seemed to watch me as I passed but stayed at a safe distance. A single howl made the horses dance and the stallion snort almost angrily. I patted...his neck and kept watch as we rode. It was noon before they seemed to disappear. I stopped beside a clear brook and let the horses drink. I filled my water bottles and swung back into the saddle.I turned to leave and stopped as a bush that was not there before sat close beside the trail. I looked at it and then looked around before lifting my bow. I lift my hips offering myself to him. He glides his tongue along my folds, tasting me. The slick wetness of my excitement is clear, making my core pulsate hard. I feel my hand desperately move down between my thighs and begin to tease myself. My mind still thinking of the man in the park, wishing desperately I knew his name. His tongue works wickedly on my clit, sucking hard as I’m writhing with burning caresses. My fingers are moving deftly over my clit, as they have a mind of their own.. Explore every nook and cranny of you. My God... I want you... need you so bad, Antoine darling."He kissed her again, then gallantly lifted her into his arms and carried her up the stairs while she kissed his eyes and nose and lips, then traced her tiny wet tongue lavingly over his every feature. He lay her down on the bed, stepped back and smiled."Undress," she said. "Hurry, Darling undress so I can see you."Antoine swallowed with an effort. His prick was jerking in his pants and she was. "I'll never earn more than a pittance and always be under his thumb," he told me one day. I wished that I could escape the clutches of my father as easily.I still went and helped his dad and when I was due for a week's work experience at school I phoned Mr. Weeks. He was most helpful and got me on to a site they were preparing for a new block of flats. Roy, a charge hand about 30 years old, was detailed to take charge of me and to see that I got to see and try as many aspects of their work as.