He said that it was considerably cheaper to get a 500 gallon gas tank and have White River Co-op fill it up every few months than it was to buy gas at...the pumps. Gas was well over a dollar a gallon at the pumps and we could get it from the co-op for about ninety cents.That made me realize that we were going to need a parking area at the ranch. We were pretty scattered all over the property at the moment with cars, motorcycles, trucks, trailers, and a motorhome. I needed to count up how many. He pushed the bottle further and further into me and the flared shape stretched my pussy open more and more. He had no problem inserting it as I was soaked with arousal. He spoke for the first time since he started using the bottles.He told me “Play with your clitoris. I want to see you cum.”Once again, I did as I was instructed and used my fingertips, strumming repeatedly over my now very sensitive clitoris as he moved the tall bottle slowly inside me. The feelings were unbelievable and it. Once I got into a multistoried building of flats. The watchman prevented me from entering,But I somehow persuaded him and I went to the top floor of the 20 floor building and knocked the door. Time was 10.30 am and I knew that the male tenant would have gone to the office or to his shop and I may meet only his wife or his sister or his mother. The door opened a lady around less than 30 opened the door with a wet towel wrapping her hair and looked at me quizzically. I opened my long and large. I could see him becoming restless in his seat so I slid my hand across his lap to tease his cock through his trousers. He reached down, undid his fly and pulled it free, so I wrapped my fingers around it and began to stoke him, slowly at first, as he tried to remain focused on the road. I smiled as I saw him become more and more distracted in his seat. I increased my rhythm until he could take it no more. He pulled the car to a halt in a layby in a country lane and quickly pulled my head down.