"Nah, not my thing like I say," I replied. "How come you're still here and on your own?" I'm just waiting for my taxi. The girl I was with was having ...ome earache from her husband so had to go." So now it's your time to leave me then?" I said cheekily. "Come with me if you want - maybe I can see if I can remember anything to teach you."At that point, the taxi driver popped his head inside the door and motioned towards where she was sitting. "You coming then or what?" she asked me as I followed. He smiled briefly and then shuddered at a mental image that I’m glad is in his head and not mine. “It’s just … very strange …,” he trailed off. He rummaged through a drawer and pulled out a small screw-driver. Removing the screw at the base of the battery compartment, he slid the innards out of the barrel and started mentally cataloguing the parts. “There’s no motor in here,” he said – hopefully to himself because I have no idea about mechanical gizmos. “But this thing looks like a tiny … Van. "Don't move" hetold her, although even if she truly wanted to escape his clutches therewas little she could do in her current position. She felt exposed anddefenceless, and also a little nervous.She was aware that he was a powerful man, he may not look muscular, butshe had felt him grip her before now and knew he was strong, and she hadrun her hands over his body often enough to know there was hidden strengthin his biceps and legs, despite his occasional graceful feminine stature.And she had. She grabbed my head and pushed me on to her other now exposed tit and nipple and let out another moan as I set to work on that one.I kissed back up her soft wobbly tits and on to her mouth again, to where she kissed back with even more passion while I continued to dry hump her with my cock against the softest, silkiest knicker clad pussy I have encountered. Sally moaned aloud then I felt her hand pushing me to go down her body, eventually kissing my way on to her knickers, which were starting.