Every time she screams her face gets slapped hard enough to bring more tears to her eyes. Finally he sets in to work on her pussy, slapping it, pinch...ng her clit ridiculously hard and forcing 3 fingers into her, half tearing her. He's laughing as he does this.. leaning in to bite at her neck, her breasts and her arms... his other hand still dragging along her skin like little razors. Finally he stops and she hears his zipper... as he does she sense a presence on the other side of the fence. . ‘Are you too hurt to walk?’ she asked him. His head twitched, out of pain or cold, she wasn’t sure. Peyton moved quickly now, tugging him to his feet and instantly received a mouthful of his t-shirt as he came barreling back into her. Chilled arms clung to her torso and Peyton tugged her head out of his trim chest so she could see. Burdening his weight, Peyton practically drug him to the Barn, her eyes raking over the area to see if he had been with anyone else. That’s how she saw a red bike. " Her voice was very smooth, reluctant but firm, and Greg felt briefly ashamed of his request. He started to take it back, but thoughts of Madelyn reminded him to be thorough. "I really must ask, Dorothy."Sighing, Dorothy rose from the table and let Greg toward the rear of the house. "You must understand, when I'm in my studio the rest of the house, the rest of the world, it really doesn't exist for me. I usually have headphones on unless I'm working with a live model. If your wife had come to. Her eyes lowered down to her assistant's big chest again and felt the feeling of sexual arousal growing stronger in her pussy. Getting wetter and wetter. She backed Lisa into a corner and leaned her arms up over her head and looked down at her lustfully. "You see, Lisa, I've called you in today because I want you." Lisa looked back in confusion "you want me? what for?" she asked. "Since that day I hired you to be my assistant I have not stopped thinking about you, wanting you. You see, Lisa, I.