It’s been a week since I last saw you. I’ve missed you so much, my phone suddenly beeps. ‘I’ll be with you in 2 minutes,’ your message reads... My heart races and I try to compose myself. My body is trembling and I take another sip of champagne to steady my nerves. The bar door opens. I’m like a rabbit caught in the glare of car headlights, transfixed at your beauty. You are wearing a short low cut, green and black figure hugging cocktail dress. It shows off your pert 34c breasts, in the most. .?’ He asked expectantly. I just closed my eyes. I had no idea what he wanted from me. Instead I marveled in the pleasure and arousal that spread through my body. My pussy spasmed on the inside and involuntarily my hips were rocking. Suddenly his fingers disappeared. ‘It’s about making your master feel good.’ he said. ‘You’ll feel good if you serve your master, you’ll get rewarded if you’re a good girl.’ ‘Whatever.’ I said. He slapped me in my face and startled I opened my eyes.. Then it hit me, we had fantasized about bring our 16 year old daughter, Ashley into the bedroom. Thinking back we talked about more than just bringing her into the bedroom, we talked about turning her into a slut, just like her mom. Cindy had told me how she wanted to feed my cock into Ashley’s tight pussy and how she wanted to suck my cum out of her cunt when I was done fucking her. She said she wanted Ashley to do all the dirty things that she herself did, my cock grew at these thoughts. For. He loaded my car up on the wrecker and I climbed in the passenger seat. He was a friendly enough guy for someone out in the middle of no where at this time of night. White guy with a wedding ring on and a tattoo of a skull on his forearm and was wearing a pair of coveralls but smelled clean and so did the wrecker. We arrived at the mechanic shop and he unloaded my car inside and looked at it and found the problem to be a radiator hose blown. He checked and they had one and was going to put.