..in the streets...somewhere quiet?" I'm a little taken aback. Certainly not a typical request. I'm a little concerned about the police but also inter...sted. It's not something I've done before and I tell him so. He puts my hand on top of his erect penis, standing straight up in his trousers. "How do you like to..." he trails off, too embarrassed to finish. "With my mouth" I respond as I squeeze his erect penis through the sumptuous suit fabric. "Mmmm ... perfect" he looks content.The cab drops. She didn't know if she was going to the diner or not. She didn't want to look at these people and confess the things that she had done. Sure, they seemed to understand, but would they be as understanding if they knew it all? If they knew the whole story about how she almost drove one person to suicide, or betrayed her best friend's trust?She had never thought she would be capable of anything as cruel as what she did to Brian Dobman, and the fact that he was cruel to her first didn't seem like a. Her legs were now locked around my back and she was using them to set the tempo for me. She tried a few times to get me to go faster but I kept these long deep strokes going as long as I could. After a few minutes of this I hear once again "GIVE IT TO ME". This time it was in an 'I'm not fucking around' voice. I began fucking her faster and harder with every few strokes. Soon she was sitting back against the mirror and she had slid herself off the edge of the dresser. i had my hands under her. " He was going to frisk her! Unspeaking, staring at the ground, she complied. Standing next to her car with her gloved hands on the roof she heard one footstep crunch in the snow behind her!Suddenly a leather gloved hand clamped over her face, covering her mouth. She felt his body close behind her. His hot breath whispered in her ear. "Be quiet or I will have to call for back up. Spread, 'em." And she felt a boot kicking her feet apart. She felt her legs stretched wide, almost to the point of.