Tony tooled his horses along the road, one eye on the traffic and the other on his companion. She sat, outwardly composed, unknowing what her statement portrayed. Or did she? Tony distrusted the gleam in her eyes and the secret smile that played over her full lips. Lips he decided would fit around his cock perfectly. Did she really understand what he demanded? Did she feel the same? There was only one way to find out. As he left the last few houses behind, and began to drive along the less travelled road toward his destination, Tony slowed the horses to a walk. The road was deserted, the only signs of life three Jersey cows in a field and a whitewashed farmhouse in the distance. He swiveled on the bench to look at Susanna. She'd untied her bonnet and let it hang from her neck to rest on her back. Her red curls gleamed in the sun as they fell loosely around her face. "Do you trust me?" Tony asked. "I must do, or I wouldn't be in the middle of nowhere without a chaperone." Susanna giggled.
