"Good girl," He growled. He used his right hand to unbutton my jeans while his left stayed firmly around my throat, just tight enough to make breathin... difficult but not cutting it off completely. His right hand slid into my panties and he quickly found my clit. His fingers worked it back and forth slowly at first and then with more urgency. My body began to respond almost immediately. I let out a soft moan and I felt Richard begin to grind his hard cock against my ass through my jeans. He slid. That only brought the giggle closer to birth.I turned away, fiddling with the camera.“Over by the window,” I said. I had to clear my throat. Somehow every bit of saliva had been sucked out of my mouth into the surrounding air.She got up and I watched as she walked to the window. I had seen her walk from this place to that at least ten thousand times, but it had never been like this. Those breasts swayed and bounced.I suddenly realized that I was in my usual sleep attire ... my jockeys. I looked. I pushed in and out of her for several more minutes.Enough exploring, I thought, time to get down to business. While inside her, I made a fist with my hand and on the outstroke put quite a bit of pressure on the lower wall. This brought an immediate reaction from the mare. She moved from side to side, flared her lips, and seemed to be trying to move away from the large stiff thing probing her innards.I stopped and waited for her to be more comfortable, then resumed my arm-fucking. She settled. "You know the job is part time, right?" he asked her half an hour into the interview. "I can tell you, though, that if you do a very good job, I can give you more hours and a pay raise when summer comes. You know, when you can devote more than the afternoon to the job." "Yes, sir," she said brightly, sitting on the edge of her chair and smiling eagerly. "I can do the job, I know it. I've taken business courses at school, I can type and do data entry, I'm good at answering the phone..." "There's.