The horse munches through all the sugar cubes you could hold in your hand, which was exposed to the horse's hot breath and flapping tongue as he ate. Once he finished, he turned his head to you.
'Good boy.' you whisper to him. He snorts again, and again you giggle as you wipe your hand on your short denim skirt.
You reach down to pick up your camisole off the floor, but as you do something in the corner of your eye grabs your attention.
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