“Is the car ok? did you find any problems with it?”“No everything was fine. It passed the MOT with flying colours.”Tightening my fist, I punch...d the air shouting. “Yes!”“Who refurbished this car?” He asked.“Mr Tate wanted to get the car roadworthy for his niece to drive when she visits him. I told him I’d have a look at it and fix anything that needs doing.”“Son I have been doing this job for the last thirty years, I have seen jobs done by specialist restorers, which are similar standards to. ”“Don’t be a bitch to me,” I snapped. “You will always speak to me with respect because you know I’m better than you.”“Sorry, Mistress,” she gasped, pushing her jeans and panties off the rest of the way. “I thought you knew.”“To a boy?” I asked.“Yeah. I’ve had a few boys, Mistress. At this party, I took three on in a row. Just one after the other.”I arched an eyebrow. What sort of parties was she going to? When I was fifteen ... Well, okay, when I was fifteen, I was sneaking girls away at. After she did that, Brittney took it from her and motioned Adrena to bend over. Adrena obliged as she felt the cool vibrating metal slide in.Brittney lay back and Adrena half draped her body over her to finish what she initially started. She took a nipple into her mouth and started sucking again as Brittney sprayed milk on both of them. Adrena grabbed the bullet from the back of the couch and snaked her hand between them without breaking her suction on Brittney’s slowly softening tit. She. Monica opened the rear door and slid inside. Reid sat beside her and fastened his belt. Monica grabbed his hand and held it with both of hers. He slipped his arm around her and she leaned against him.Her mother glanced backward in her mirror. "Well -- it's nice to see that you two get along," she said; then she backed the car out of the lot and headed out of town, into the countryside.Reid glanced at Monica and saw her wipe tears from her cheek. "What's that for?" he asked."I'm so happy to see.