She would be looking down enjoying the view of my mouth being filled with cock and the shock and confusion in my eyes at her forcing this to a new lev...l. She would enjoy this for several minutes. I would be able to tell by how forceful she is and by the angry look on her face that she is taking revenge for the times her ex-boyfriends fucked her face with no compassion. She would hold my head hard against her, thrusting into me as much as she could while sitting on the sofa. She would take it. She didn't want to him to think she was a bitch, so she looked back up at him and gave him a more genuine one. It was his house after all, and she'd just gotten through talking to his dad, who was a real sweetheart, so she ought to be nice to him."Having fun?" he asked, teasing her a bit."Oh, yeah, tons," she answered sarcastically.He leaned forward. "So, you sad?" he asked.She just shrugged her shoulders."What's your name again?" he asked. "I'm Ryan. I live here," he added."I know," she said.. Cramer knelt down between Amy's bound and spread legs. He touched her wet and waiting pussy with his fingertip, tracing her soft, puffy pussy lips and drawing tiny circles around her sensitive, throbbing clit. Amy moaned at his burning touch as it left a trail of fire wherever it went. She spread her legs further apart and raised her hips in an effort to coax his fingers into entering her. She wanted him, any part of him, inside her hungry pussy. "Please... Sir," she whined. Amy was in heat,. Her father also bought her (as a company car of course) a brand new E-Type convertible from the dealership where I worked. Again, I am sure he did it purposely to try to humiliate me in the eyes of my workmates. To be fair to her, she also bought me many expensive presents. A Rolex for my birthday; designer suits; even hand-made shirts. All the trappings not usually associated with a foreman car mechanic.I, in turn, had completely renovated our little cottage, adding an extension and turning it.