I let my tongue explore inside her, while I gently pinched her clit between my thumb and forefinger, rolling it softly. Then, my mouth was on her cli...t, and my fingers were inside of her, feeling for that spot that I knew would drive her wild. I didn't know if Kriti had ever been touched this way before, but she was moaning and squirming at my contact. I could tell she was building towards an orgasm. "Yes, that feels so good," she was saying. "Please don't stop. Please!" I kept up my pace,. It was a full two mile hayride with thirty different stands. At the beginning we all got together and ate pizza and pop and then everyone was assigned to their stands. It was a mix of people of different ages. Some in their teens, others in their twenties and thirties but not many in their thirties. Everyone was dressed up in black clothes. I was surprised to find that my partner was a woman, Emma. Dirty blonde hair about 5’2 with an average sized ass and breasts but a beautiful smile and blue. I was in only my second month at Global Biofuels and still finding my way around the organisation. As the head of procurement in a modern, forward-thinking, ethical company, I had to work closely with the Director of Governance, Cat Holmes - and that's where the problems started. I was fixated with her - her striking looks, the way she carried herself - I lusted after her. I needed to have sex with Cat, I needed to fuck our DoG. "You're the rape guy, right?" she enquired at our first meeting.. She was house-sitting for a wealthy family vacationing the entire summer in Europe, and set up her temporary living quarters in the wine cellar, which was nicer than any home I've ever lived in. Since it was always quite dark down there, she'd light a candle or two for light.We both smoked pot like a chimney down there—the main reason she was staying in the wine cellar instead of the house proper—and one afternoon I brought over a six-pack of Michelob. She had a great personality, was very good.