She had never been so aroused by the sheer look of a man before. The girls hand unconsciously slid to wrap around his hard member, stroking slowly. H...s upper body heaving, he broke the kiss. You little strumpet. Did I do something wrong? She sounded embarrassed. He moved away, turning her over and placing her onto her knees. Youd have given yourself freely if I hadnt the restraint! I would never … she began to protest when the Satyr pinched her clit. Oh shut up you little whore. The Satyrs. They have to know that I know everything about what I am asking them to do. I go up on the roofs, down into the crawlspaces and pee in the same porta potties they use everyday, all day long. They cuss and yell and so do I. They wear worn out work jeans, flannel shirts, hard hats, tool belts, and steel toed boots and so do I. My dad had warned me in the very beginning if I wanted their respect, this is how it had to be. The clients and the interior designers could show up in their heels and make. Now I'm all smooth and bare down there. See!". She spread her legs running her hands up and down her thighs before pulling the leg band of her baby blue cheer panties aside.The thin lips of her now denuded little pussy slowly parted revealing the moist pink membranes inside. Her tiny clit throbbed in tune to the beating of her heart as she waited for a sign of my approval."Very pretty Pamela, but you're wet. Have you been playing with your pussy?" N-no sir! But I wanted to so bad I had to pinch. She feels the warm, nearly hot palm of his left hand comes up along that knee over her thighs. Smooth, like warm silk sheets, her subtly muscled thighs seem to distract him and she feels the pressing matter of his lust for her grow. Now it’s her hands that seem eager. She grips his jacket at the back, more to hold on than anything else. Her other hand is pressed against his chest enjoying the sturdiness of him. As his body presses against her the thrill of it comes from the fact that she.