She started laughing and told me that this problem could be solved if I danced a bit like strip tease. I wondered what magic this aunty had up her sle...ve and started dancing which was exiting her. Both of us started dancing naked and she moved to her purse and pulled out a pack of condoms and asked if these were what I was missing. My jaws dropped on seeing these condoms and asked where did she get them from and I didn’t now know how to appreciate the female intelligence when she told me she. ...but we both know what is on our minds. You have one hand on the wheel and the other finding its way into my pants. I can feel your fingers sliding along my pussy lips, making me wet. You put one, then two of your thick fingers inside me. My head rolls back against the head rest and I moan aloud. "Thats right, enjoy what I am doing to you", you say. By the time we reach the nearest hotel, my pussy is dripping wet. We enter the hotel and quickly get our room. Luckily, it's on the first floor. Mistakes were not allowed. He didn’t want to become one of those middle aged men with a humongous gut that hung to his knees. Each day he would eat a small salad and soup, with water as his choice of beverage. His luxuries in life were a great dinner and a good beer every once in a while. Although he monitored his weight meticulously, he loved cooking and often tried out new recipes. Friday nights were reserved for dinner or a movie, or if he and his wife were feeling adventurous, a drink at. ?I want to be in control this weekend and you are to be my slave.? Melody watched Jack closely to see if he would finally allow her to control him. She had decided that a weekend would be just about right for his first true taste of being her slave. Jack sat on the bed for several minutes and pondered his situation. Should he agree and shave himself as Melody instructed or should he just call it a night and tell her no, he wasn?t going to be her slave. He enjoyed her taking the lead in.