Rita stood up straight, holding the gas can tightly. "Oh, no don't worry, my dear." The man assured her. "As long as you follow my instructions, you'l... have nothing to fear. Now, if you could fill the petrol as you were going to, that would be just ace." Rita did as he said, filling up the gas tank, her hands shaking."Hey, Rita, you done back there? We wanna get going." Kelly called from the front seat."Oh, it's going just brilliant." Their guest said as he walked up to the window and held his. Did they like anyone?“So what about it?” Steele asked the man on the stool. “What’s there to do around here?”The man turned back to his beer. Steele watched him over his glass while sipping the cool liquid. Steele wiped the froth off his upper lip and lowered his head, shaking it. Maybe he’d have better luck in the restaurant. He doubted it. Bars were where people talked. But they weren’t talking and he couldn’t push it. Couldn’t be too aggressive. His many covert missions had taught him to be. Whenever I leaned forward to massage it would rock against her and she groaned in response, her head tilting ever so slightly back. I cupped her breasts, massaging them in my hands, pressing them together, and then kneading them. Her nipples got very hard again and stood proud and unable to resist I leaned forward and gently bit one, nibbling on it then blowing over it and watched her tremble. I enjoyed this reaction I was getting and with my tip of my cock pressed almost on her clit I began to. How could she go to work without any underwear? Never mind, wearing them inside her pussy. And, of all the days. As an executive, she had to lead two meetings that morning and she was the only woman attending.“You will not take them out until I tell you to.” He ordered.“Yes Sir.” She replied.“When you take them out, I want you to put them in a plastic bag, seal it and mail it to my address.” He said. “Yes Sir.” She replied.Guess any potential thoughts of taking them out and deceiving him are.