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want me.
    I was coming so hard I barely noticed that he was buried deep inside me now, grunting as his cock loosed its load in great spurts.
    His hand fell away from my mouth and my breath almost squeaked as I tried to regain control. I think I must have been close to passing out, and he helped me from the tree trunk only for me to slither to the floor in a heap, leaning against the rough bark, my head flung back.
    Hands stroked my face. Not leather-clad hands. They sought out the knots at the back of my head and the blindfold came away, and I blinked and shut my eyes against the dazzle. Even the shade of the woods was too bright, for a moment.
    He was a dark silhouette and he reached for me, and pulled me to his chest so that I crawled onto his lap and was held.
    "Well done," he said in my ear.
    "I knew it was you all along," I told him.
    He laughed.
    Then I forced my eyes open, and looked around the clearing. If he had fucked me, who had watched?
    "Oh my God. You are kidding me, right?"
    "The New Forest is home to a few thousand semi-wild ponies. Didn't you know?"
    I stared at the three brown horses that were staring back from the tree line the other side of the clearing. "You know that I did not know!"
    He laughed, and squeezed me, and I wanted to cry all over again, just from happiness.
     
     

Chapter Seven - Andrew
     
     
    I could not help but listen to Jas's conversation as she argued with her mother on the phone. I hovered by the main door in her living room, waiting. We weren't late for the meal - not yet, anyway. Amjad was patiently sitting in the car down on the street, and I was tingling with the good news I had to tell her.
    Well, good and bad. She was going to be angry, too, but I could deal with that. I quite liked pushing her buttons. It was like a strange emotional exploration, finding out what she would tolerate and what she would not. I'd never been in this kind of position before. I was excited, with a slight shading of concern. A thrilling frisson of "what if…" colored my thoughts.
    Her accent was strong and it made me smile to hear her. "You know what?" she was saying as she strode around her bedroom, her voice carrying well enough right through to where I stood. "You can believe whatsoever you please. Yes you can. I have no intention of talking to her, seeing her and no way will I be helping her. No way."
    There followed a few moments where Jas tried to butt in, blurting out, "But-" and "Now wait-" and "Hold up-" and each time she came to a halt and sighed as she fell back to listening.
    Finally she said, in a lower voice, "Well, you let Mister Fancy Pants do that, and I am happy for her. Yeah. You too."
    When she appeared in the doorway she was pale in the face, a sure sign of true anger. People think it's when someone's face is red, but it's not. A red faced person is all bluster, and easy to take down in a fight.
    When their face is pale, that means the blood in their system is being diverted to major organs in readiness for combat. Don't throw a punch at a man whose face has paled.
    And don't rile a woman, either. I offered her my arm, and said, "Shall we go?"
    "Do you know what she said?" she hissed at me, taking my arm with some force.
    "Hush, now. Tell me once we're in the car. It's okay."
    "Huh."
    She was bursting to get it off her chest. Once we were settled in the back of my car, and Amjad was sliding the Lexus through London's vile traffic, she snuggled up to my side and told me everything.
    I knew she had issues with her family back home. Frankly, her sister sounded like a true waste of space, although I didn't hold with Jas's contempt for her choices. Her sister had wanted to be a home maker and have a family. What was wrong with that? I suggested as much to Jas, knowing that I would be lighting a fire of perceived misogyny for this confused feminist.
    "Our mom worked damn hard to give us a better life! How can you suggest she should sit at home and pop out babies?"
    I stroked Jas's