He barely slowed as he drove out of the parking lot and into the light traffic on the street. His left arm was resting on the window opening, the tips...of his fingers barely touching the steering wheel. He quickly and efficiently moved through the gears until he was running about ten miles above the speed limit in fifth (high) gear. The old 1994 F150 4X4 looked rough. The once beautiful candy apple red paint was fading. There were rust spots showing through in several places. Almost every body. "With that the older male launched into a rapid fire of attacks that Wren, easily avoided. A minute later the male nodded then started to move far faster, Wren, still avoiding all the attacks.The male again nodded as Wren concentrated. The male took one swing at Wren, when she felt something almost shift inside her. To her amazement she avoided the attack that her master had always hit her with.A smile came to his lips as he nodded then started in with several far faster attacks. Almost all,. "No need to thank me." Matthew closed the door behind him, leaning against it and grinning mischievously. "You made him do that?" "You looked uncomfortable." In the darkness of my room, I could hardly see his face. "Well, thanks you just cost me a new dress." "Can't you wash it?" "No, it's ruined. And I need to get the feel of beer off me." I pulled and tugged at the zipper at the front of my dress, but it refused to budge. "Let me help." Matthew came over to stand in front of me. "Do you. I risked a quick glance and saw him staring at me.He was taking the bait. As I started to stand, I dropped a card out of my purse and had to turn around to get it. This time, I assumed a little more modest pose. Though I knew he would now could see my large tits straining inside my cleavage.I looked up as I stood up and smiled at the young black man. I could see a bulge in the front of his pants and a nice smiling face.I spotted a lingerie store just on the other side of the hall and I then.