He sold it to Mr Clover for much less than the car was worth, even with all the damage that it had.Dad agreed with the price and wrote a cheque for th...m there and then. They couldn’t know that the cheque he wrote was from my trust of which I was the owner and Dad was just a trustee.Obviously since the car was un-roadworthy we would need some assistance getting it on a trailer, or for a recovery vehicle to move it to our house. I had already agreed with Dad that I could build a garage on our. Twisting, turning, glancing toward him, back to the slack leather straps stretching across, forming the base of the seat between the chrome posts, she slips her coat off, tosses it across to an empty seat. Positioning herself she notices she has a full view of her reflection from the mirror facing her. Hearing the hatch shutting, the pilot entering the cockpit, she glances toward the dark portals, unable to see anything on the outside, even under the lit tarmac. The escort slides across from. I took his hard cock into my hand. I could see how Paul might be submissive. As I thought back I realized that I usually led the way when we had sex. Could I?would I be willing to dominate him? I wasn’t sure, but that was a subject for another time.I stepped away and removed my clothes. This was an expensive dress. I had no desire to see it on the floor. I removed my bra—34D—and my panties. I began to slide my stockings down my legs, but stopped. I sat in the chair and called Paul to. “Well, pansy, I’ve got a big surprise for you,” you say with a laugh, as I see someone else enter the room. “Because you’re going to be a bitch to both of us…”I’m shocked in a way as we hadn’t discussed me having to serve two big black cocks, but I stay silent, secretly excited.“You’re going to get fucked, used and humiliated,” you say, in a matter of fact manner, as I hear your ebony friend close and lock the door behind you. “Do you understand, bitch?”I nod dumbly, then feel your hand on my.