As we approached the car it appeared to be empty. However, as we got about 10 yards away a lady sat up in the drivers seat. She was clearly up to some...hing.We circled the car park and decided to park right next to the car. Doing this totally hid the car from view as the van is much bigger. The female driver had tried to adjust herself but her stocking tops were still on view. Mrs V, from her higher seating position was now looking straight into the car at the woman driver. She was about 30 and. She said I better not as she had sensitive feet. I laugh and said you mean they tickle and she replied no they're very sensitive!I ignored her and with he leg between mine I'm sure she could feel my hard cock in rubbed her feet gently. She actually gave out a little moan. Holding a hand up half protesting she then gave up by I noticed rather than putting it back over her head she put it under her body near her crotch.I could see her fingers against the black leggings she was touching her. He calls me slave and ties me up frequently. Last month, he brought three brand new vise-grips to bed. While I was on my back and he was raping my mouth, he suddenly took the largest vise-grip, adjusted it to the lowest setting and clamped it onto my cock. The two smaller pliers were clamped one to each nipple. I couldn't take the pain! I tried to remove them and he tied my hands using his belt. I tried to scream, but his cum gun was effectively muffling any sounds from me. "You want these. And I was still hurt and angry. I slapped each of Sandra’s tits hard, knocking off the remaining nipple clip, and making each mound shake back and forth and jiggle like Jell-O. I slapped each tit again, and again, until Sandra moaned that it hurt. I squeezed one breast in my hand, making the nipple pop out and turn purple. I grabbed the hard bristle hair brush and ran the bristles over her bruised nipple, pushing the stiff spines of the brush into her areola. Sandra said nothing. I held her.