She also wanted the jism to squirt on her hot flesh, not her garments.Marion squirmed out of the jodhpurs, her hips wriggling and her ass swaying as s...e tugged them down.She removed her panties, too.The crotchband of her panties was soaking wet. When she tossed them aside, they fluttered to the ground like a butterfly with damp wings.She kept her boots on.It seemed somehow appropriate that a woman should be wearing boots when she jerked off a horse.She wasn't worried about Jake returning too. " The man wiped his hands again and took out his cell phone. "Yep," he said when he hung up, "you sure lit a fire under somebody."-----Henry spent the rest of the morning in his hotel room, on the phone or on the computer. He had a grant proposal to write, a project budget to revise, and a thousand other things to keep him busy. Aly sat with him while he worked. She spent the time reading, or watching TV, or sending text messages on her phone.When the Ryder mechanic finally finished, Henry. Before an hour was up, she'd done it three times, and was ready for more.A man offered to take her back to his place. The idea scared her, but that was a part of the thrill and excitement. For 300 creds she followed him to his a small, dank apartment and made love to him for nearly an hour.Marti realized that it was the heightened senses that made mundane sexual encounters so electrifying, but she didn't really care. She only wanted more, no matter what the cost. But there was no cost, of. ”“Get the fuck out of my store!” I stamped my foot and pointed dramatically towards the door.He just smiled. “As you wish,” he said, sounding slightly amused at my behavior.He reached for the box but I snatched it away. The box did say “Agent Provocateur,” after all.He left, brazenly appraising me with his eyes before stepping out. As always, his stare left me dripping wet. Being enraged and incredibly horny is an interesting mix of emotions.Where did he find Agent Provocateur lingerie in this.