They felt incredible. They looked incredible too. So he rubbed them and finally focused on her soft but fat nipples. “Lick them and suck on them too...�� he heard her say. So he did as he held on to one and then the other, making each one grow fatter and harder then ever. She wanted more. He leaned in and sucked on her two incredible tits. She took hold of the back of his head and pushed it into her. He kissed her body and then licked it next. Her body arched backward making him only want her more. She swallowed again. It was all happening so quickly, and yet her mind slowed everything down, as if to dissect, examine and preserve every nanosecond for future access. She was bordering on the verge of an involuntary gag response.This was foreign to her. She had long since lost her gag reflex during her bouts with Bulimia in middle school. That was all behind her now. There were far more interesting ways to be self destructive, and she had flirted with many of them. She fought the urge to. He put down his camera, and walked around in front of me, and straddled my body. He grabbed the bat handle with both hands, and began working my ass furiously, in and out as fast as he could go. All I could do was kneel there and take it, wiggling my ass, and rearing back to meet the forward thrusts of the bat. I could feel his hot juices dripping on my back, as his swollen cock swung up and down in unison with each sharp stroke he delivered. After pounding my ass unmercifully with both hands. Underlying it all, was a sense of hostility, even hatred. Somewhere underneath, Bambi and Sara hated us.And we loved it.Work, meanwhile, turned from something dreaded and irritating to something satisfying and even fun. I, of course, moved up in salary and position (complete with my own medium-sized office) and I was given the very important job of personally handling the Jacobson account, one the richest (and most influential) families in the country. I played golf with Gerald Jacobson, the.