" I kissed her and pushed the head of my dick into her pussy. She moaned loudly as she felt my dick enter her pussy. I held still then pushed more in....She moaned each time I put another inch inside her pussy. It took a few mins to get my whole dick in her but once I did I held still letting her get use to my size but also so I did not cum because her pussy was so tight it was going to make me cum if I moved. After a min, I started to fuck her. She was moaning and throwing her hips up to meet my. “Well, start writing something. By that I mean get your staff to figure out which of the think tanks would be best on this. Even something simple will be more than what your staff can write. I don’t see why you can’t get McCain to do this with you.”“Newt, when I was in business, we had to negotiate deals where everybody ended up happy. It had to be win-win for everyone, or it wasn’t going to work. I have made a whole bunch of money working with people and not against them. It works for me. This. Getting to the hallway near the bedrooms and bath, I could hear her singing - and could see her work clothes on the floor through the partially open door. The mirrors had not fogged up, so she must take warm v. hot showers. Being a bit of a cad, I stood near the open door, and confess to looking into the mirror. The shower door was clear glass, so no opacity at all. Via the mirror, I was able to see it all. She soaped herself heavily, and I admit to becoming aroused as she touched strategic. We certainly didn’t want anyone getting the wrong idea. Bred for pleasure of the senses, that’s all they were.In this day and age no one needs a horse, you need a truck. Fortunately this philosophy didn’t dilute our fetish for ponygirls. Not to mention we needed plenty of trucks to operate the estate. Running the estate like a farm was the only practical idea since it had to be relatively self sufficient due to its remote locale.Trade in captured ponygirls was the main cash flow of the farm..