Suspecting him immediately, I slowly walked towards him. Barring anemergency, my driver wouldn't have been recalled, and besides, he hadthe keys to it..."Courtney san, your driver was called away on a private matter, I wassent to drive you back to the estate," he said to me as he opened theback door for me. Before I got in, I gave him the once over and saw theslight bulge of a 9mm pistol at his left hip. Thanking him, I got inthe back and crossed my long legs as he got in as well and drove meback. It was quite uncomfortable especially now as I could feel the nozzle inside me furiously filling me like a water balloon.My skin strained and I saw myself looking almost pregnant from the bizarre torture. It was becoming a chore to breathe as the pressure in my belly pushed up on my diaphragm. I was sweating profusely. I was beginning to wonder if this thing was going to kill me when the probe withdrew from my ass with a jerk. My modesty held for a moment and so did my ass. I screamed as my. She looked at him as if she was surprised, but then smiled at him and continued playing with her garters. I watched her as she slowly rolled her tongue over her lips, after which she slowly unbuttoned her blouse and pulled it open, exposing her breasts in her black see thru bra.I could tell that this was turning her on, too, as her nipples were sticking straight out and looked to be as hard as rocks.She squeezed both her breasts, paying special attention to her nipples, glancing all the time at. ” We were both in our late sixties so neither of us were spring chickens but as I’d told her she did look great for a woman her age. My comments seemed to cheer up a bit and once we’d finished our coffees, we headed back home. We both live in a small block of sheltered accommodation flats that was about ten minutes from the supermarket and when we arrived at the block, Hazel asked me if I fancied a coffee at at her place. As we both lived alone and I’d got nothing planned for the rest of the.