He watched every move. He stared at my breasts. I took the letter, crossing and re – crossing my legs, making sure he go an eyeful each time. I want...d him hot and horny by lunchtime. All morning I stretched and bent in a most unladylike manner, giving him a little flash every now and then. Once I had to pick up my pen that had ‘dropped’ out of my hand, and I bent over from the waist, knowing he was looking at my stocking tops and thighs. I loved it. I loved it because I knew what was coming. So. ..she hoped. He began licking her, drinking up some of the juices that were flowing down her thighs. She gasped, his tongue was wet and rough at the same time. It felt nice though, and she closed her eyes and moaned when it flicked over her clit. She was actually feeling like she was getting closer and closer to orgasm...but the dog stopped. She turned around to see he'd laid down and begun licking himself. His entire red penis was exposed. It was very big and fat...she wondered if she was. “What about your darling Penny?” she smirked.“Oh, her? Well, you know me!” I smirked.“Riiiiiight! I heard you last night. I know better. Now, let’s eat before she shows up.”We ate our dinner, carrying on a light conversation about the upcoming presidential election which looked to me like it was going to be a blowout. Neither Gary Hart nor Walter Mondale seemed likely to be able to beat Reagan, and Jessie Jackson certainly was no threat. Although the contest between Hart and Mondale was far. The fist in her cunt battered her cervix hard but could go no further. However, the one in her ass went in almost to the elbow and it seemed as if something had torn inside. Karen screamed so hard and long that she didn’t get the count out before John sank his cock back down her throat. Lynn went up to Karen and spoke into her ear, “Karen, you know that slut gets 10 minutes with you for every extra stroke you cause her. I must tell you that she is even more vicious and cruel than I am. She.