‘She opened it tossing the top aside before walking back to her computer and taking a swig. The first thing she did once she was on the net was chec... her email, not that she expected to find anything there. Just like before it was just a random collection of junk emails so she deleted them all and took another swallow of her rum. A half hour later the bottle was nearly empty and she still didn’t feel any better about her termination. Jennifer had managed to lose all of her clothing though at. I was happy to be shown, although I couldn't see any other tattoos on her. I followed her from the kitchen into the small lounge. Once out of view from the kitchen window, she turned around and lifted her dress up to just below her breasts. I had a clear view her stocking clad legs together with the white thong she was wearing. She looked so hot and inviting. She pointed to her tattoo, just above her thong. It was a little tattoo of a bumble bee, quite nice too, lovely black and yellow ink,. In reality, it was still cool outside, under 10C, but sitting behind the wheel and feeling the power of the engine, now I know why men think of it as a cock extension.I smile inwardly, even I, as a woman, can feel my own sex organ respond, was it the early morning thing and my sexual urges, or the sense of control over a wild b**st, touching the pedal with my big toe, made such a powerful roar?There is an overwhelming sense of freedom behind the wheel of a sports car, something I always felt I. Her arms could crush a coconut and her legs could crush, well, any poor bastard she wanted. Tiffany was in shock...for a moment. She felt power, control and sheer sex-driven dominance. She ripped off the last tatters of her clothes and watched a beautiful warrior stand proud, naked and mean. Tiffany felt like she could take over the world, if she didn’t fuck it first. Speaking of which. She turned and saw, on her smaller mirror, the name and address of her next fuck boy. Except, no. She wasn't.