..His hand rested on my thigh.A whimpering excitement shot through me as I felt him rubbing my thigh right above my knee. I wanted to jam my tongue in...o his mouth. I pulled away, my cheeks burning. They had to be so scarlet. My heart screamed in my chest. I wanted to confess to him. I wanted to tell him how much I ached for him.He broke the kiss. “You are looking pretty today,” Dad said, his eyes flicking up and down my body. “Just my cute tomboy.”I squirmed as he drove down the street, his. In her head she weighed up the options. No money, no car, stranded on the motorway. What was he going to do to her though? What kind of psycho cop was this? She had no other option, she'd have to risk it if she wanted to continue her journey. Slowly she moved to the front of the car. "Bend over!" he ordered again. She bent forward, putting both her hands on the hood of the car which meant her ass was sticking out a bit. "Spread your legs," he hissed, and kicked her feet further apart. She could. "The man was still anxious, and said, "I can't stand the fact that our families could be in danger. What in the world could have triggered this?" Steve answered himself by saying, "I know the possible reasons." Pick one." Steve said. "Ah, we have the knowledge to supply one of the most phenomenal weapons ever created. We have just licensed a fighter/bomber superior to almost anything in the military complex, and then, my friend, you commissioned an aircraft that can takeoff in less than a mile. Miles now caughtMark's mouth with his own and pressed a deep passionate kiss on theschoolgirl. A hand snaked round and cupped Mark's ass, pushing himforward such that his breasts now touched the man's chest. "Mmm, youtaste good, Lucy."Oh God. Mark wriggled and moaned and suddenly the amber light beganflashing, though Mark was oblivious to it. Miles's hands were all overhim, pressing him back against the filling cabinet, hoisting up hisskirt, touching vital spots on the underside of his thighs.