Fuck’em.”“What do you do then?”“I make them stop. Whatever it takes to make them show me the necessary respect.” She took a drink and watc...ed me over the glass. “Tongue lashing is usually all it takes. Sometimes I have to get physical.” She then looked significantly at the massive erection throbbing in my lap and added, “I should have figured a weak little pussy like you wouldn’t have the balls to jerk off for me. I'm more woman than a piece of shit like you could ever hope to have.”I stared at. "I'm too hot" was all she said as she peeled off her T-shirt, revealing a very pleasantly shaped pair of breasts that had a faint gleam of sweat - sorry - horses sweat, ladies glow - that lovely glow to them, her nipples hardening as they cooled.She raised an eyebrow quizzically as she tucked the shirt underneath and lay back on it. "Well, come on then, or aren't I allowed to get horny as well?"I have to say that I didn't need a second invitation, but just stretched out alongside her, took a. She devoured the buggers and pulled them well into her warm 'cavern' of her mouth sucking and releasing and then setting her hot lips and tongue into tantalising action!!!!! As the voracious appetite of the sexy slut was going to work on my heavy spunk filled bollocks continued Jim was starting to enjoy the heavy rich taste of his and my cum which by now was escaping in torrents from the big bitches love holes he fairly lapped at her love lips sucking and nibbling away and feasting fanatically. As soon as my graphite touched the pad, my soul lifted and I was drawing. Fifteen minutes? Fuck him. I’m not going to rush through a drawing just to satisfy his stopwatch. The more I looked at the vase, the more I saw. It wasn’t a flat black shape. It was shiny and reflected light. Of course, that was what would give it shape and turn it into a three-dimensional object. But there was more there and the deeper I sank into my drawing space, the more I saw. I could see the front edge of the.