“Looking good, Trish. Okay, now I want you to try a trot. Sitting instead of posting this time.”
Laurel followed the sound of Sebastian’s voice out to the training ring, where a blonde in a bright blue parka sat astride Blossom. Her considerable breasts bounced with every step. Laurel winced in sympathy as Sebastian called out instructions for how Trish could fix her seat. Still watching the pair circle, he crossed over to meet her at the rail.
“Not a lot of natural aptitude with this one,” Laurel murmured.
“Everybody’s gotta start somewhere.” He raised his voice. “Take two more laps, then drop back to a walk and start cooling Blossom down.”
“Oka..a..ay.” Trish bounced through the word.
As Sebastian turned to her, Laurel hauled herself up on the bottom rail so she could catch his mout
