Then it occurs to her that she doesn’t have to do anything. Everything that happens, more specifically, happens to her, will be done foror to her. T...ere is nothing expected of her except to endure whatever happens.The air is cool, while not cold. She glances down and sees that the light pink nipples adorning her smallish breasts are fully erect, as though excited. She is not struggling, the time for that has passed. But with each movement her breasts sway a bit. The muscles in her upper legs. "Yes!" she hissed and then I felt her belly shudder. The bitch had cum. I let go of her hair but continued caressing her crotch. Mom stood there and tolerated it. She didn't try to move away or ask me to stop. She knew who was in control."Go," I finally said and my mom scampered away like I'd seen my sisters do when they were late getting ready for a date. I sat down to wait. It seemed like an awfully long time and I was beginning to think my mom wouldn't be coming out of her bedroom. I swore. “Whoa,” said Bob, and both horses slowed to a walk again. They had only gone thirty feet.He looked at her, without smiling.“See what I mean?”“Ow,” she said, leaning to rub at her bottom.He explained what she had to do with her knees and thighs, and they tried it again. She thought she would be beaten to death, at first, but seeing him watching her made her ... a little angry, maybe ... and she concentrated on her legs. It took another thirty seconds or so before she found the rhythm, and her. “In this case the recording will be kept. I should point out to you that your language to me as your superior and your attitude to me are already matters for immediate dismissal. The only reason you are still employed here is my concern for your fiancée.“Since you have made unfounded and untrue statements about my actions, let me ask you some questions. First. When you and your fiancée arrived at the Griffin Hotel, did I approach her?”“No.”“Did she approach me?”“Yes.”“To your knowledge have I.