"Sell me car to me." Her eyes, a hair higher than my own, suggested a gargoyle's disapproval. She waved a naked arm as if in a breeze and teetered. Th... ax fell to her right. "That one." I can sell that to you." I didn't look. I was new to the showroom, but the beast she wanted was unforgettable, an ex-military vehicle converted to commercial standards. "But you'll be back in a week, returning it." I don't mind the loss. What will I buy when I return?" The family sedan, in gray." I hate gray.". I need to talk to someone, before I go up against the powers that be." I suggested. "You know this could be a Jefferson Island problem. Brian might have used that crap on me in New Wales just as a special case." Are you sure you weren't just drunk," Wilson said. "You did have a lot to drink." Wilson I have been drunk more than a few times, and things never went down like that," I said."Well, is there any reason this can't wait till tomorrow. This is my day off unless it is an emergency," he. He never admitted to it, but she knew of Frank’s secret smoking fetish. Through the last half of these ten years, she had slowly begun to notice his desirable dick getting hard in his pants every time she’d light up. The realization didn’t come easy or quickly to her at first. It was just something she noticed, but never put two and two together. Who would figure such a thing? But then it all crystallized one hot summer day some three years ago, when she accidentally stumbled onto a stash of. I can feel the heat from your hand grazing lightly over my pussy, barely touching, teasing me. “Do you deserve it?” you ask me.“Yes,” I reply.“Then show me.” you tell me. Knowingly, I get up and turn around to my hands and knees, offering my ass to you.“Good girl,” you tell me.Happy that I pleased you, I accept the first contact of your hand to my ass with a thank you. You spank me again harder this time, then soft. Each slap brings waves of pleasure and heat through out my body. “I have a.