I fiddled with my pussy, the juices spreading across my hairless lips and my hornyness dissaperated and frustration ensued. We drove the rest of the w...y mainly in silence; he stared out the front windscreen as I fixed my dress, but kept my pussy on display. I felt tortured. I had enjoyed mopping up all that cum from his juicy cock, but I felt neglected. The cheek of that old brat. After all my hard work I was left to finish myself off. Being the horny little tramp that I was, I kept a small. Fuck it hard!"Immediately my orgasm began and juice squirted from my pussy onto his hand, and onto my fingers which had mingled with his up my twat, the spray flew onto the seat as my frothy cunt juice leaked from me.We both looked at each other as he withdrew his fingers from up me. We smiled at each other and as he withdrew his fingers from my sloppy cunt and the hand still down his pants I told him I would clean them up for him.He then eagerly fed me his sticky coated fingers, first the two. "It was about to get ugly when a group of four men rushed into the front door. They weren't dressed for the part, in terms of the uniform of the day for a place like this. They were semi out of breath and looked a bit wild too. One of them pointed past the Maitre D and me."There she is, men. Looks like they served her wine. I'll get her out of here and you deal with the guy. If she resists I'll just put her over my shoulder. When I get her home she'll come around. Once enough time goes by they. She shook her head, walked up to one of the walls and pulled back a curtain, uncovering a door. She pointed at the door and started talking. ‘This is what I propose,’ she started ‘as of today, this is your escape hatch. Every time you come here, you get either a facial or your nails done, and then you use this door to get away for an hour or, if we’re quick about it, an hour and a half.’ I stared at her with wide eyes, slowly grasping what she was saying. ‘The money I get from your husband for.