He was pleasant enough, but he definitelytalked too much (nervous, I would imagine). I knew the gag would come in handy. In fact, as Taylor probably e...citedly pondered that he was about to scorea few free beers, I was pondering about how I was going to score Taylor . I went through all the thoughts in my head. How he would look bound and gagged.How he would endure pain. How he'd handle being totally used as a sex object- this hormonal, sweet little 20 year old who stands outside of liquor. " I wink. "Oh, it's no problem, dear," Oliva says. "I've got slippery hands myself, they just go wherever they want." As she says this I feel hands on my left leg. I turn and see Nick's hand skimming my knee, going upwards. I smile and then move my foot up and down his leg in time with his strokes on my thigh. I stop as one of my co-workers comes by. "Is there anything I can get you guys?" I ask and they both smirk at me. "I think we're ready for dessert but can you send it to our room? We are. His eyes open in shock but as I close my eyes and press mine firmer onto his, I feel his eyelashes tickle my cheek and he returns with his own pressure.I grab his dick at the base and pull the skin down the shaft twisting it back and forth, knowing he would fall apart within my grasp in no time. He leans back breaking our lip lock to grip the countertop.I end my battery of his meat, so I can descend to my knees while pulling off my shirt letting my breast swing free and enjoying his eyes. “Hey Trudy ... what’s up?” he asked.“Oh hi Scott” she responded now with a smile replacing the scowl on her face.He spied a pool of oily water seeping out from under the front of the car so he suspected that this was going to be a very serious problem with her car.“It won’t start” was her simple reply.He beckoned her to the front of the car, and showed her the pool of liquid on the ground.“I’d say that this is the problem”.He knelt down and looked under the car, and observed more of the liquid.