Her cunt jerked as a flush of juiced ran over my hand.Returning my hand back to the small of her back I again traced the contours of her arse over the... outside of her clothing and pressed tightly into her cunt, Involuntarily Charlady humped against my hand before I quickly removed it, telling her No my horny cunt, not yet for you have five more minutes of jogging to complete.I ordered her to stand and return to her jogging noticing as she did so the wet stain patch on the gusset of her jogging. . and eventual snuffing of this one, had all her erogenous zones buzzing with a sexual arousal fired by spiteful anticipation. Most of the males she’d taken the erotic pleasure of killing, had been at a sexual whim, or in swift retribution for some recent misdemeanor. This one had irked her badly, taunted her, escaped her vengeance over a long period of time, and had periodically teased and irritated her memory of his fraudulent swindling whenever something reminded her of it ... and he was. ’ She said ‘yeah, I know…only you came in…you are a workaholic, sir.’ I laughed ‘not at all, it is just that I don’t want things pending on a Monday morning. Anyways you have never come in on a Saturday.’ She said ‘No sir, but I like it like this. Maybe, I will come more often.’While she was eating her pizza, her top had slid down a bit and I could get a very good glimpse of her cleavage. They looked so fresh, I wanted to just lick them dry, but I tried to concentrate on my pizza.She said ‘Sir,. People bring me cars and I make them look good. I get junk heaps that have been sitting in barns for 50 years, and a year later I’ve got them running. Some even win ribbons at shows. My customers can write the checks. They never bounce.” “The checks don’t bounce, or customers?” asked Sandra with a wicked gleam in her eyes. “The checks. What the customers do in the back seat isn’t my concern unless they want me to remove some stains. Then, yeah, I’m concerned. Well, more amused. But, yeah, I.