Fucking on the hood of a strangers car.”“That’s not a stranger. That’s my wife.”“Your wife!?” Samantha exclaimed.“Yes.”I sat up, put...the key in the ignition and started the car, slammed it in reverse and floored it. Willy and her guy flew off the hood with him bouncing his head on the hood, the bumper and, finally, the ground. Willy was pitched backwards and did a back flip off his dick and on to the dirt.I drove away, sitting up without the seat back, and with Samantha flying around the inside. The masseur added a second finger to each penetration and quickened his pace. Em made even more noise. Then she came. When she had recovered, the masseur whispered in her ear, “That’s two. You are a sexy woman. Now I’m going to massage your breasts and play with your nipples.” While she was preparing herself for that excitement, Em thought about what had brought her to this fantastic point on that particular evening. She was travelling again, on business as nearly always. She was in Milan, in. But I also wanted to go, curious as to where he wanted to take me that Fang might be a problem. We had dinner at a diner that actually had carhop service. And that was a first for me, actually sitting in his car and having our food delivered to us. It was only burgers, but the experience was unique.Then came the next part, after driving a bit more, we pulled over, and were soon creeping down the road. I asked if everything was alright, as we would pull forward maybe 10 feet or so, then stop. It works better if you allow your people to at least try to present a good face.That said, I was not impressed. My car and driver were an open book. At least one of my senior people should have contacted me before I arrived and all of them should have met me at the door. Instead I was greeted by a perky bottle blond named Roxanna. If she was having carnal relations with anyone in the office, both of, all of, the parties would be unemployed.I walked up to Roxanna's desk. I spoke very clearly,.