”Sir Oscar thanked him and said, “I’ll see you to the door.” On the way out he stopped, turned back to say, “I’d like you two to be here w...hen I return.”The moment the door closed Becky was clinging to him. “You would be a ‘Sir’. My father would have allowed me to marry you.” Those eyes that should have been full of joy, now reflected his own despondency and concern.He squeezed her close, trying to think of some way of saying what his mind was wrestling with. Then he heard a coach pulling away,. Her lips had a delicious flavor to them. Hot and refreshing. Her hand slid down my back. Her fingernails scratched down my t-shirt. I savored kissing Nadia. Her hands moved lower and lower. Then she was grabbing my rump. She squeezed my ass through my shorts, pulling me against her. My cock throbbed against her writhing body. The fence creaked behind her.Her hand slid up my shorts to the waistband and then shoved into them. I groaned as she pushed into my boxers, grabbing my ass directly. She. " Sorry," Mark muttered as he wiped his face with a handkerchief. Looking againat the pony's tack he grasped the meaning of "blinkered:" what he'd taken atfirst glance for a blindfold was really a very low leather visor, that allowedher to see nothing but the ground a step or two before her. Mark's glance fellto her feet, looking for the tall heels that he expected whenever he stoodeye-to-eye with a female. But her shiny leather boots were quite practical:rubber-soled, with round toes and a. Above them was the majesty of the mountains.It was a far different view than at home, where the mountains were a distant vision - most often blocked by buildings - and the snow was a dingy grey. He knew he could get an even better look if he took advantage of the slight discount the company had arranged on the slopes of the resort. The key word was slight, and he had never been on a pair of skis or a snowboard. That was something he didn’t want to try to learn in front of coworkers he would.