The man seemed to be determined to do more than rub his cock on my ass. He slightly moved his one hand underneath my skirt. He was doing it slow and h... was very discreet. Looking into the window reflection, i can't tell what's going on but i can feel his hand moving up towards my pussy.I did not no what to do. I can make a scene?. Or let this man have his way. The confusion and arousal makes my heart run even faster. I'm starting to sweat more and breathing heavily.My pussy is anticipating the. "Nothing wrong but the guys over there told me I should come and ask you why they call you Horse." The girl asked.Eric turned about four shades of red as he heard one of the guys in the lunch room make a whinny sound and the others laughed. It was too much for him and he ran out of the room.During his last class of the day he again heard several guys make horse sounds or jokes. He was really getting irritated. Then the guy behind him whinnied again and others snickered."Shut the fuck up!" He. I felt one finger, then after a few minutes another, then another until he could comfortably fit three inside of my butthole. Then I heard what could've been the best words I had ever heard "I think he's ready".Now I'm not going to lie it hurt until he had buried all 10 inches in my butt. But at that point I was slammed with wave after wave of ecstasy with each pump of his manhood. He was a slow and methodical fucker too. And I met his thrusts with a grind of my own until we melted together in. How many times can you show up and make the locals dance around without losing credibility? I hadn't even told Rod yet and it was a conversation I was not looking forward to. On the other hand, these two set ups pointed out very clearly just how good the killer was and justified the time spent trying to track him down. The problem is the local authorities didn't know any of this and being played by the bad guys wasn't good for my image, or the Bureau's.We arrived at the lab, flashed our IDs and.