“No,” she said. “I cannot do it here. Let's go to your house.”In no time at all, we were in my untidy personal space and she was picking thing... up off chairs in the bedroom and browsing through my wardrobe, stalling.“Okay, let's try this again,” I said, wrapping her in my arms and kissing her neck.“Unzip me,” she said encouragingly, sensing my fear of frightening her off again. As the dress fell to the floor, she unhooked her bra and her lovely breasts looked at me demurely. I slid my hand down. “We mustn’t do this”“Oh please like you could resist this ass” She SaidShe turns around showing off her ass. It was glistening with baby oil, much wider, and much more fantastic then his wife. Despite cumming recently he got hard against.“Clothes” She SaidHe hesitated“Well I guess you don’t want you hot cum streaming in my ass” She said biting her lip she parted her ass cheeks bending over showing her deep crack. “That you don’t want all this pounds of ass…90 inches of ass squeezing every drop. Turning the engine off, I fumble for my phone to call for help. No signal. Great. I climb out of the car and glance to the left, then the right, there were no cars in sight. Sighing, I climb back into the car and kick back in my chair, settling in for a long wait. I don't how long I sit there, it must be no less than an hour. I dose off a couple of times but become suddenly alert when I hear gravel crunching behind me. I spin around in my seat and see a car pulling up behind mine. I am wary. ‘Good girl,’ Tara purred. ‘Thank you, Miss Tara,’ I replied, feeling a rush of giddy excitement at having her approval, before realizing I had called her Miss Tara. ‘You love wearing thongs. Thongs make you feel sexy and confident,’ Tara said. ‘Katherine loves thongs,’ I repeated, like an obedient parrot. The rest of the time, Tara asked me lots of questions about my life, digging deeper into my failed marriage, my lack of a sex life, my childhood and my insecurities. Waking up, I asked, ‘Are.