.. I just had to get to the front and stay there.TV: Yes ... you’ve had some collisions with lapped race cars.Abbie: Not that I’m accusing any one...... but it seemed strange that it was always the same driver who wrecked me.TV: Ah yes, Not to name names but that particular driver has always been very vocal about women drivers and their inappropriateness out of the kitchen.Abbie had been scanning the spectators ... I watched her eyes pass over me and travel on ... and snap back.UhOh ... eye. We kept being bumped as people went past us to get to the bartender so I leaned back and spoke right into his ear asking if he wanted to move back towards one of the darker corners of the bar. His pearly white grin and solid nod of the head made my pussy even wetter knowing I would hopefully very soon be fucking what I’d felt growing against my ass.There was a darker than usual spot towards the corner and so we headed there swaying to the music along the way. He spun me around on my arm and. Earn it.The access door creaked open.Fuck.A figure stepped out from beyond the shadows of the door in a performatively non-threatening manner, arms held out to the sides, feet slightly spread.Lena felt more curious than frightened. Fire engines and car alarms wailed from the streets, flames licked up the Williamsburg Bank Tower across the river: the roof was safer than the rest of the world.He stepped out from the doorway. The shadow of his cock slithered across the rooftop like a snake.Lena. I tentatively put my hands on his head, gently holding him to me. With his mouth he sucked me deep inside. With one hand he toyed with my balls while he probed my ass with the other. He pressed hard and pushed his finger deep inside me. I groaned as he fingered me. He pulled gently on my balls and twisted. He sucked harder and harder. Finally I reached the edge and couldn't hold back any longer. I shot my load into his mouth. I grabbed his head for support as I stayed impaled on his finger..