#222647 - From her snorting nasal breathing and the saliva drooling from her mouth around the gag, I could tell that Amanda was wildly turned on by the experience of being fucked through the zip hole of her jeans. As I felt my climax building, I gripped one of her buttocks in each hand, pulling her even more upwards, and then I ground down on her, driving the dildo as deep as I could with a kind of corkscrew motion. ‘Well, I hope so,’ she snapped waspishly, clearly in a foul mood despite the new car, ‘although you were useless last time! Rainault [this was the typically pretentious name of her horse] needed a much better rub down, and you didn’t clean the bridle straps properly as I told you to – I want much better service this time, or I shall complain in the strongest terms!’ I gave a non-committal grunt, not trusting myself to speak to the little strumpet, and turned away to pick up a piece of harness from the floor.