.what are you doing?" "Oh honey I'm so proud of you." I was taken aback."W..what?" "I head everything in there! Sounds like it was fun huh? Oh sweetie..." She hugged me, and rubbed my head. "I am so proud of you." She continued to praise me for being a whore as we drove the rest of the way home. She started giving me tips on blow jobs, and how to make him last longer. My head was spinning with cocks, and pussys, and cum by the time we got home. I headed upstairs to take a shower, and my mom. I liked her once she lost her dislike of me. I think we could get on and I know Jo would like her. Then I could find out if I’m right and we can figure out what to do. What do you say.’ He laughed, releasing the tension that had been building as he realised what I was saying, ‘Caroline, you are a Machiavellian (I’ll have to look that up I thought!) minx. Of course I don’t mind. I’ve only ever wanted her to be happy. God knows I’ve tried. She’s turned down some to the most eligible bachelors. . mostly women)Thank you in advance if you answer the lengthy survey :)Does the mere thought of getting naked in a vehicle bring back fond memories?Here's a few detailed questions... (I again, apologize if it's a little too long & detailed)How old are you?Male or Female?Have you done anything sexual in a:Car?Pickup Truck?Limousine?Tractor Trailer Truck?Delivery Truck?Any type of emergency vehicle?Taxi Cab?Rental Car?Uber/Lyft?Other Vehicle Type?Have you ever done anything at a drive-in movie. He caressed my bottom and said "Not yet slut, not quite yet"He went back into his bag and pulled out my favorite instrument of pain- the riding crop. He had used it before on me and I always told him tohit me harder. I knew tonight was different, there would be no holdingback.I felt the crop stroke over my bottom. He stroked it up one leg anddown the other. I began to quiver in anticipation, actually sticking myass out even further. It felt like forever as he pulled the crop backand unleashed a.