When the race horse would start, Dave noted that the horses in the other sectors of the farm would watch, almost as if they were sizing up their compe...ition.In the distance, up a rolling slope was a majestic mansion of a home. Dave guessed the place might be ten- or twelve-thousand square feet, and the type of place to have fifteen guest rooms and as many baths. He could even see a tennis court on the right side of the home and a wind sock for helipad about a hundred yards from the house.Dave. Next, I rolled her over and gazed at her tidy, firm, down-covered mound. My cock, still hard from her mouth, lurched at the sight. Soon, I told myself, soon.I gently began to stroke her little cunt. Her eyes glazed a little bit as she looked into mine, her half-lidded gaze indicating that despite the fact she probably hated me, her body couldn't help but enjoy this attention. I always got her a little lubricated before checking her hymen, so this little routine was nothing new to her. What I. Swear to god, this was getting me off.“It’s awful,” she said, picking up the paper with one hand and a piece of my bacon with another. “She was jogging just before sunup yesterday across the old suspension bridge near the Arnovsky’s house...” She was actually talking with a mouth full of my bacon! “ ... and a big black SUV sideswiped her and flipped her right over the edge of the bridge! And it kept on going!”“Did they ID the driver?” I wanted to ask. But I knew that would be a fatal mistake.. ."You are a little tease," he said...."I've watched you parading around for us..." Maybe I had and he was all over me..."Stop this" I said and sat up and he pushed me down..."Let me go," I squirmed in his hands and he let me up and I went home...pulling my blouse down, my dress up, straightening my bra straps...he had gotten me...the bastard...my face was red, my whole body was flushed, I stood in front of the mirror and looked myself over...feeling, exploring---two hands, ten fingers--not.