In low voices she demanded, he again questioned my presence and can't she wait until they got home."Excuse me, Mr Driver," she said, leaning forward i... her seat and resting her elbows on the back of my seat, just in time to have to slow and stop at a traffic light. "My boyfriend and I have been to a party this evening and, yes, I've had a little to drink. I tend to get a bit randy when I drink and it seems," she looked down at her exposed breasts "that this evening is no exception." I nodded my. "Sleep well?"He smiled. "Like a baby," he said, and then added "A sleepwalking baby."She smiled and closed her eyes again, nuzzling at his shoulder with her cheek as if she couldn't get close enough for comfort.He sighed, knowing full well that the next few seconds were all that he had to enjoy her. She squeezed him in a hug and reached over her shoulder to retrieve her phone from the headboard. Realizing that they were still lying crooked in the bed she sat up to retrieve it."Argggggh," she. He was soon on his knees licking her sweet pussy like a trained dog chained for her enjoyment. Casanova didn't envy him because he knew the Queen had a cruel side and would make him suffer worse in the privacy of her bedroom. His balls were in for heavy stress and his tiny pucker would be a source of entertainment for the strong mistress in the late evening hours when the moon was high.When Casanova studied the organization of the Amazon Queen's realm, he discovered that the bulk of her. He was playing with them, rubbing agonizing circles around them, tugging at them and pinching them.His other hand reached down and crawled under the skirt of my dress. I felt his rough, leathery hands glide the inner walls of my thighs.Then he cupped the mound of my pussy.“Oh fuck…” I moaned. My legs spasmed weakly as his fingers ground against my pussy, feeling how hot and aroused I was behind the fabric of my panties.“You’re so fucking wet…” he growled. “Do you enjoy the boys watching you.