Not to mention expensive. A lot of what he was paying for was going to administration, secretaries, security, even pimps and then, you never found out...what you got for your money until it was too late. So he decided the try out Boris Avenue. Boris Avenue was by day a busy street full of offices, exclusive restaurants and shops. By night, however, it was better known for its working girls. By 7pm, on this particular Thursday, two weeks after first deciding he would try it, K was driving down. His hand moved, joined by the other as they slid around my hips, holdingme tightly and pulling me back against him, until I could feel his tweedtrousers rough against my barely covered bum."Are you still looking, Rachel? Are you? Or are you enjoying yourselftoo much you naughty girl."Whimpering softly I tried to regain my focus, my trembling fingerstrying to move again, to reach for the pot which seemed further from methan it had been previously."Are you enjoying yourself too much you naughty. They drove along several miles enjoying the closeness. Finally, Luc pulled onto a street in the neighborhood where both he and Julie lived."So where exactly do you live?" Luc asked."Oh, you can pull up here. That will be fine." Marci answered pointing to a spot on the street bordering several large apartment complexes.Luc stopped the car and shut off the engine. Now comes the awkward part, thought Marci.Luc leaned back and let out a sigh. "What a night!" He said. "Just look at those. Oh, how kinkily good it was to be exposed before her! His balls felt full to bursting, and the tiny slit at the tip of his desperate glans already shone with a clear drizzle of anticipatory seminal fluid. Surely now, he thought, she would take pity upon him?Brad’s eyes darted to hers, but she merely pursed her sly lips. ?Is that supposed to be for me?? she wondered quietly.?Uh huh,? he breathed, watching those dark pupils dilate ever wider at the sight of the poor urgent manhood which had.