I have to have it back by eight. Come on, get in."I was guided around the side and she opened the back door, and I looked at her, quizzically."Come on... my lord, your chariot awaits! And no, you aren't driving it. I had a hard enough time getting permission for me to drive it. If you had any idea what it took to get her to agree ... well, lets just say my wardrobe is going to look good on another women for a while."I got in, wondering what the ride would be like. I've always wanted to drive one. Then he shoved himself back into me and the sensation was so strong that my head popped up from the electric charge in my body as his cock filled my cunt and his balls hit my clit. At this moment I noticed a dresser with a long mirror showing me with a handsome young man right behind me. What a wonderful view. Slightly to the side of the mirror was an 8 x 10 inch picture of a gorgeous brunette in a cheerleading uniform. “That’s my wife, Brenda,” he whispered in a pant. “She loves it whenever I. "Danny put her hand up to her mouth in amazement then after a few secondsburst out laughing.... "My brother is crossdressing sissy..." She picked upher phone and started pressing buttons..."What you doing not calling him are you?" No, I haven't even got his new number he changed it after we split....." You devious bluffing cow." I didn't tell her I'd got it though and hadpromised to ring him if I ever went down south.... "What you doing then?" Googling.... Got one come on we are going out Bro... Chuck and knelt before him.He said. “I’ve already fucked your face what should I do with you next?”I took his comment as a question that he was asking me for suggestions as to how to use me.I suggested. “Mr. Chuck Sir. Would you like to see how long I can hold your fantastic cock in my throat without me breathing?”Mr. Chuck smiled and said. “Sure slut.” That was the second time someone had called me slut today. I wasn’t sure how I felt about being called a slut. I knelt before the downward.