. I like this," she says grinning. "Head up slut."I obey, leaning back and tilting my head up, trying to glimpse what she isholding. But I can only fe...l her remove the collar she put on earlier andreplace it with a heavy posture collar. I remember one from checking in thedrawers.. it's oh....I feel her bring my right hand up, close to my neck and cuff it, trappingit a couple of inches from my neck, then repeat with the other. I can alsohear the little snick's of the three padlocks she uses to. About 5’8”, slim, glasses but nothing spectacular, he was wearing what appeared to be a pair of tracksuit bottoms and a tee shirt. I could even see with the light of the moon that he’d got one of his hands on the front of his tracksuit and was obviously rubbing his cock thru them. That started me stirring inside my trousers so I sat watching him a bit more intently, something that I knew because of the bright moon that he could see me doing. He finally dropped his cig and stamped it out then. Janelle knows that’s code for want to give me some sex in classy Wellington.‘Yeah’ Janelle winked back. ‘Nice seat covers’ she lied as she felt the plush velveteen fabric on the back seats.‘Yeah’ Stephen beamed, ‘got me car all decked out!’‘Great!’ Janelle said as she started unzipping his fly.His cock burst forth like a coiled spring – it was enormous, if he was kneeling, it would be almost dragging on the ground.Janelle ran her mouth across it and estimated that it was about eleven inches. ”“Oh, fuck yeah.” He moved toward her with purpose. It took a bit of moving for both of them to get the position right, they were no spring chickens after all. Once he was settled in place though, she squeezed his cock between her large breasts.“Give it to me,” she said, raising her face and exposing her neck. His eyes locked on hers as he began to rock back and forth. She looked back down and flicked her tongue over the tip of his cock as he stroked forward. She didn’t much care for the.