Donald tugs at the leash, and she follows him crawling into the living room.Now while Donald does have his office, with all that it is in it, Emma has...never really been allowed to enter. Instead these days, he often sits with his laptop working at one end of the dining room table which came from Emma’s family home.Making Emma kneel next to him as he works does arouse him so, especially after a while when she lays her head on his thigh to remind him she is his faithful pet.Emma is submitting. I try to watch the road but can’t keep my eyes from rolling back in my head in pleasure. I hear you say that I can be as loud as I want. I groan.Your hand falls back down, needy, to between my thighs. I grab your arm and pull you between my breasts as your fingers find my wetness. I moan in pleasure. I lean my body towards yours, kneading your thick arms and kissing them sweetly. Your fingers dive deeper and I am quickly coming undone. With each passing bump in the road, you enter me, driving. He lasted and lasted. After a bit Sammi pushed her hand down to her sex, pressing against the sensitive folds, rubbing lightly. She was always worried that on the first day of the week the guy would go off before she did, but this morning that didn't seem to be the problem. She pressed a little harder. Jack's cock felt like a bar of burning steel as he moved, opening her, sliding, rubbing her most sensitive places.Her climax sort of snuck up on her, and she caught her breath as a wave of heat. "Don't worry, I won't tell anyone," I say, staring into those blue, petrified orbs. As I unbuckle my seatbelt, an idea occurs to me. With my eyes firmly fixed on his and my legs slightly spread, I slowly raise my skirt above my cunt. His gaze lowers and he watches me, unmoving, swallowing hard. I take hold of the waistband of my knickers and, raising my ass off of the seat a little bit, slide them down my thighs, over my stockings, and off of my feet. He keeps his eyes trained on my cunt, still.