“You better not cum before me.” I said. “And you better not pull out either.” “But what if I get you pregnant?”“Let me worry about th...t.”I had been on birth control for the last 2 months. But I didn’t plan on telling him that. I would much rather watch him squirm. “Oh! Faster!, Harder! HARDERRRRR!!!!!” I told him. “HARDER YOU FUCKING SINNER!” He said he was about to cum. “YOU BETTER NOT FUCKING CUM YET OR I WILL PUT IT ALL OVER YOUR WEDDING PICTURES SO YOUR PREGNANT WIFE WILL KNOW WHAT A. The older man in the back stood up and showed her his erect dick and he was pumping as hard as he could.She began to buck against my hand and fingers, reaching her first orgasm. She kissed me and asked if she could ride in the truck. I said if she really wanted to she could. She rolled down the widow and told them to pull over at the next exit. She jumped out without putting her swimsuit bottoms back on and told me to follow them. She climbed in the back and lay down, knowing she was going. "Marla,you've heard me go through this before. Either he's gonna fire me, orI'll eventually blow and walk out. They are bastards and could care lessabout the clients!" We had, indeed, frequently spoken of my growingfrustration at my job as Clincial Director, which had been described to meby the big boss--Bert--as a great opportunity when he sought me out, butwhich had proven to be anything but.Marla spoke, "What happened today, Ken?" That bitch trophy wife of his got snotty again. She is. When the kennels were cleaned, dried and disinfected and smelling less gross, Elle let the dogs back into their respective pens. One of them, a Pit-bull named Colt caught her attention as usual. It had a smooth grey coat of fur and blue eyes and Elle had fallen in love with it the first time she saw it. ‘Hey, girl,’ she greeted softly. ‘No luck finding a human yet? Don’t worry, we’ll figure it out.’ Colt tilted its’ head to the side as if listening and licked her hand. Once Elle was done at.