“Do you always use language like that,” she said, trying to maintain some control but feeling her body responding as his fingers stroked the outsi...e of her panties.“Only when l know the woman wants me to,” he replied, insinuating his fingers inside her panties, hearing her gasp as one finger entered her cunt. His other hand went under her sweater, pushing up her bra and freeing one of her tits. He appreciated the softness of her breast, gently pinching her nipple and teasing it as she leaned. Sitting inthe back of the black SUV that had been owned by the dead man, I sat inthe back with my long legs crossed. So close to freedom, yet so far, Ithought to myself as we drove down the main street.He had told me to dress sexily, so I had. I had chosen a sexy black silkthong, a familiar basque style corset was around my waist. I was rarelywithout a corset around my waist, keeping my figure in an hourglass shape.Over that, I had on a black zip up leather dress, that hugged myincreasingly. "You have a beautiful cunt," he remarks, then you feel his finger running down the outside edges of your labia, then moving between, then sliding back up to your clitoris, there to massage it slowly around and around. In spite of yourself, you mind trying not to think of what he's doing, you moan quietly, arch your hips a little, almost automatically trying to get a better position for his touch. Now his finger slips down and enters you. It feels the insides, the ribbed walls, the wetness. I needed to hear no more. I was in my sexual element. Her pussy was my playground and boy did I get to the fun parts fast. I was rampant in my approach. I spread her opening fully and stretched her out extravagantly. My tongue went exploring every nook and flesh cranny of her girly zone with my sweeping flicking tongue. She purred. She purred. Flesh acquiescent to my nibbling and darting rifling tongue. I was attentive to every detail. She endorsed my approach. We were locked in mutual, lavish,.