| But to her blind eyes and mind, he was a Casanova who so easy worked her body as a professional violinist over his strings. When she tried to press her forehead to the back of the barn wall she found the rope short, her body straining to do it, her feet sliding in the straw. The sound of a soft giggle stopped her and she stilled, realizing it must be the girl who had met her at the door earlier. Her ears picked up the sounds of the door being opened before the girl clucked her tongue. "Come here pretty pony and get your treat." Even as Sarah turned, she couldn't help ... |