I don’t feel like a Sandra anymore. Sandra didn’t get fucked enough. Sandi is going to get fucked a whole lot. I feel like a Sandi,” she inte...rupted me.“OK, Sandi,” I replied. “What time is the meeting? The real staff meeting.”“10:30. I hope I left us enough time. I wanted you to be early. What took you so fucking long to get here?” She paused. “God, I’m sorry. I don’t know what came over me. Having your cock in my cunny just does something to me, you know?”“Don’t apologize, Sandi. . I poke her mouth several times, pumping it like a plunger trying to suck up her vocal cords. I slide it in further making her swallow it up. I tough her tonsils, tickle her throat. She gags and the girls laugh. I'm all the way in, Josie is coughing on the meat treat, I thrust in and out, throat fucking her, her mouth so saturated it's dripping saliva, spilling over her lips. I pull out and the flood waters flow out, drool drips down her chin onto her tits. Those cute Latina, natural tits. "Mr. Smith!" she shrieked with glee, bouncing her heels up and down against the mattress. "You want to kiss it? Stick your tongue down there? My gosh, you really do, don't you! You want to so bad! OK, you can. That's fine, Mr. Smith, I don't mind. You're just so excited; it's so easy to make you happy!"My head descended and my tongue found her girl folds and I licked, working inside. I whimpered from the pleasure of it; her smell and taste adding sexy overtones to the phenomenal touch and. ” Frosty took the offered bandanna from my hand and wiped the sweat and dust from her face. “Thanks.” "What's going on?" the commander whispered as she dropped next to me and observed the western skyline as, one by one, seven riders ambled into view. The lead rider raised his arm, halted, and dismounted before lifting a pair of binoculars to his eyes. I froze in place like a spider in the weeds and held my breath as a stinging trickle of sweat dribbled down my forehead into my eyes. "Crap!".