I can sense her looking. “Then you touch me.” “No fucking way.” “My car, my rules. Or would you rather walk?” “Well it’s not like you�...�re going to stop here, is it?” Cars overtake. The sign comes into view. Lay-by up ahead. “I can always stop there.” No movement. Hand moves from fly to steering wheel. Other hand moves from steering wheel to her hand, pulling it, making sure it lands in my lap. My hand moves back to thigh, fingertips grazing the nylon. “Go on, touch it, or you can walk.” “Fucking. The floor was too hard and cold. Anyway, she unzipped my jeans and pulled out my cock and began to pull on it. Her hand was getting frothy because my cock was oozing much pre-cum. I then began to rub her panty-covered crotch, and I could not believe the heat and wetness coming from it. I slipped a finger inside her panties and began rubbing her clit, then I slipped a finger inside her wet pussy. When I did this, she really began tugging on my cock. The only sounds inside the shop were those of. I decided to wait until I met this Torao. I had decided I could live as a house servant or slave because I had little hope of anything more. Then I met you, and you told me not to fear, and my fears went away when you spoke to me. Then I knew you were a good man.”She stops to think for a moment. “Master, in the time I’ve been your slave I’ve learned what love is, and know I love you. I know you love me a little, just as you love all the others you share yourself with. But I also know you have a. We had a very passionate relationship and had already gone to third base and were ready to take the next step. We met at her house on a Monday as her mother and father were out of town. I went to her place with a bouquet. She welcomed me into her house. We straightaway went into her room and sat on the bed. She was wearing a pink tee-shirt and written on it across her chest was 'Hot Stuff'. I laughed a little and grabbed her T-shirt and took it off to reveal her black bra. We came near each.