...then all vague, random thoughts ceased as she saw the man's now-rigid cock.Indeed, almost all thoughts ceased altogether, as her new set ofnymphoma...iac needs took over.For the next few minutes, the sexy woman knelling on the garage bayfloor was purely Zena - that is, the alternate-universe version ofZeke, a mindless nymphomaniac who, rather then defraud young men, usedher 'power' of position to secure the sexual acts she so desperatelyneeded.Not all of the 'Zena' mind had transitioned. It was quite obvious that she had just taken a bowel movement, and the thin layer of shit cream rubbed off onto my face. I again did the standard study of her asscheeks, kissing them over and over again noting unique irregularities. I rubbed my nose downward inside her crack and coated my face with the smell as I inhaled the heady stench. Her asshole was hairy also but was inwardly depressed allowing easy entry of my probing tongue. My addiction took over and I shoved my long clacker, deep. " The reason I asked ... two reasons actually, first, the last place I worked at used them for printing out cutting lists, ordering materials and a raft of other tasks. The main reason though, is my wife Jen is looking for work ... she was the operator I'm talking about. She's got a good grasp on computing and without being biased, I think she's just what's needed for your new direction." Great, ask her to come in and we'll see how things go, we obviously need to get past the pen and paper. He did the unimaginative and unbuttoned my jean and my jean zip quickly. It was a horror dream like situation for me. I closed my eyes with tears dripping on my cheeks. The long fur coat and my height helped me. Because nobody could saw what was going on my vagina and my unbuttoned situation. The coat was cut form side from where mohit’s hand got its way. But it was just the begining.Mohit then pulled down my panty to the length to expose my vagina. He pulled up the shirt to gave the clear.