. seventy ... nine.” The voice was commanding, insistent even, and Brian obeyed without a second thought and even said “Thanks, Betsey 3”.The vo...ce was mechanical, the road numbers sounded curiously stilted, but Brian got used to the slight idiosyncrasies and in time grew to love the voice. It was a warm definitely female voice, a little on the bossy side and sounded a little annoyed, like the parent of a wayward child whose patience was being tested, on the few occasions he ignored her. He paid 300 for it, as well. Not bad considering the convertible would be worth at least 1000 when done and he'd have only 900 total invested, including the paint job for my car.Then we argued a bit about where to do the work, but I insisted that we do it in a barn at my place as there'd be more time for me to work on it, not to mention there were two cars to deal with. The next day, he had a wrecker bring both out to the farm and my dad was a little upset when he saw what I meant to. Another small orgasm swept through my body as I felt Martin's hand on my bum. His slippery fingers moved to my anus and gently teased my hole. I moaned encouragement at him as his long finger penetrated my arse. 'God that looks good,' said Jane. 'It feel's good too,' I moaned pushing harder against her fist. Jane and Martin went with my change in tempo matching their movement to mine. Martin reached out with his free hand and pinched my right nipple gently. I asked him to be rougher with it. I started on her shoulder and slowly stroked my way down her arm. When I reached the middle of her forearm I let my hand drift across her chest and found her nipples standing at attention. Softly I began to fondle her 34 D's then let my hand wonder down her firm belly. I swirled my index finger in her navel and elicited a belly full of chill bumps and a little giggle. I moved my hand down lower expecting to find her undies. A smile crossed my face as all I continued to encounter was smooth,.