She wondered if he had any idea how completely and mindlessly aroused she was.He was walking her in circles now, with her crumpled dress at the center... Each time around the circle widened a little, and she thought she understood the point he was making by taking her farther and farther away from her only protection. So she kept on crawling, without pause or hesitation, even as the circles widened to the point where she was sometimes completely exposed to the sight of anyone who might be. It felt nice, she thought, very nice. She heard the sound of a zipper, and then another. Her right hand was pulled in one direction, and her left hand was pulled in the other, and each hand encountered the same thing: a hot throbbing male erection jutting out of a zipper. A part of her brain told her this was wrong, that she was in danger, that no good could come of it, but it was no more meaningful to her than a note on the refrigerator back home from her mother. She sighed, and was glad. As I moved my hand up and down his black cock became rigid; the body grew veiny and some pre cum slightly oozing out of its head. He made me down on my knees and I felt just natural to open my mouth and begin sucking on that huge black piece.Then he grabbed my hair and raised me up. He took off my tank top; his giant hands took hold of my breasts before he started sucking on my nipples. I was in heaven…He then bent me over and slowly pulled down the sexy black thong I was wearing; he spread my. He gives a knowing smile. “You know, I’ve often imagined what your little pussy might look like. When did you start shaving it Sarah?” His eyes gaze at my swollen, red, shaved lips, pushed slightly apart against the front of the saddle, glistening with wetness. I shudder with humiliation under his scrutiny. “I don’t know...maybe three weeks ago,” I hear myself whisper in reply. He nodded. “It’s even nicer than I imagined. I’ve often watched you about the farm and wished I could see you naked.”.