I found myself wondering if his very existence was a trick of my mind, a figment of my overheated sexual imagination. I parted my legs and stood, my booted feet apart, then placed my hands on my head, pressing my elbows back to thrust my chest out towards him. X Video I hardly dared to look in his direction but as I busied herself around the horse I stole glances and he was still standing motionless watching me, quite directly. Almost in defiance, and despite some primeval urge to respond to his presence, I decided to totally ignore him and concentrate entirely on the dressage test, riding what I thought was a rather good test. In practising my dressage on the horse I love the feeling of exerting firm discipline and control on the animal,
