A secluded place, it could even be described as “menacing” by some, only accessible by the magnificent ornate wrought iron gates, sitting at the end of a long winding, tree lined avenue. Indian xxx With that you walk briskly on and shortly find yourself in the sunlit stable yard, there were stalls on three sides most of them were empty, as the horses were out on a cross country event, all except one, a majestic looking Chestnut stallion, standing at least 16 hands to the shoulder, and unusually for a horse it had piercing blue eyes, the name plate on the stable said “Lucifer” you move closer and give it’s muzzle a good scratch, your rewarded by it pushing you hand for more attention, searching through your handbag you are rewarded to find a tube of “Polo Mints” a favourite of any horse, holding the mints on the flat of you hand, Lucifer’s rough tongue gather’s them up
