A six-year-old child, judging by the condition of it, had put a paddock together. The gate that hung on only its bottom hinge stood open. The old look...ng horse ignored the chance of freedom and possibly stayed out of habit more than anything else. The stables that almost inevitably lead on to the paddock were obscured from view by the house. It had also seen better days. Paint, shingles and weatherboards were all peeling away from the structure as if trying to escape.Apart from the tired. It was impossible not to be comfortable with Romilly and once the wine flowed, I forgot I’d ever had reservations. Have you ever met someone you just click with? Someone you feel you’ve known for years and will be part of your life forever?That’s how it was with Romilly. It was the joie de vivre that shone in her beautiful eyes, the gentle curve of her lips, and the way she animated her speech with her hands. Grand gestures. No inhibitions. Her body language was openly sexual and she lavished. She moaned sluttily as she did it, and squeezed her big tits forcefully. Sam couldn't believe what he was seeing - and even less so when he realised Laura was deliberately hurting herself in her masturbation, pinching her clitoris hard and crushing her tits in her hands. Here was the object of his teenage fantasies, degrading herself for money, wet and horny and masturbating in public. After a while, the blonde pulled hard on the leash, dragging Laura away from the stage edge by her neck,. “You don’t have anything close to them. You don’t want to know.”She blinked and shook her head. “When can we come back up?”I shook my head. “I don’t know. When an opportunity presents itself, I suppose.”She frowned. “I don’t want to wait that long.”I pulled her face around to look at me. “If I’m the one to hold this,” and I held up the leash, “then you won’t.”She studied my face. “But what about your girlfriend, and school?”I smiled. “We will figure this out. I promise.”She smiled too and.