Faster. "Is this what youwant, my little cock?"I pressed harder on his walnut. I inserted another finger in his hole.I pressed harder yet again. "You ...ant me to finger your ass, don'tyou?" I hissed at him."Yes!" he pleaded in growing ecstasy. He was getting into this. Reallygetting into this!It came to me in a flash. And, in a flash, I decided that I wantedsomething else. His bizarre requests could empower me.Me!I let go of his cock and roughly pulled my fingers out of his ass."What are you. Standing out in the cold waiting, she seemed pissed as no Uber was available. I offered to drop her in my car and bingo she agreed saying, “I thought you’d never ask”. I replied, “Why do you think so?” and she said, “You’ve always been a chicken in the office dude”.I was taken back by her words and replied, “Really? Is this the Martini talking?”. I received another shock when she said, “Never mind. Still a chicken” and she closed the door of the car sitting in the front with me.I drove her to. Keep wanking your dick, and I am going to sit behind you, fondling my big tits. And you can’t look! If you dare turn around, I move out, and we never do this again.’And so that’s how it went for a week or so. I so desperately wanted to turn and glance at those tits, especially when she started masturbating herself some days in. But I loved her watching me so much, I couldn’t bare to do it. By week 2, she made it more intense.‘Today, I am going to sit behind you,. ”“Okay.”Benny led Tim around the building. Sitting there was a car like nothing Tim had ever seen. Carl came out the back of the building and, sounding like a proud father, said, “What you are looking at is a 1930 Rolls-Royce Phantom II Sporting Open Tourer. A friend of mine in the army came across it stored in a barn in Belgium. He told me it was in pretty good shape. I bought it sight unseen, and he shipped it here. I had no idea it was in such great shape.”“How much would you sell it.