It startles me ans suddenly I want him really badly. I can feel my pussy starting to throb and dampen, yet I have no idea how or even if I can make it...happen. A few miles further on and I'm driving in the glow of his tail lights. My left hand is between my legs, lesuirely stroking my clit in slow, gentle circles. Despite the warmth of the night air, my nipples are pressing hard against my shirt as I get more and more aroused. I know there is a service station approaching and I start to wonder. I leant forward and repeated the process but this time I ran my tongue ever so gently up and down her crack and gently pulled her cheeks apart and easing her panties to one side exposing her little shaded area of her bum hole, ‘Mmm’ I thought as I got my first taste of Pip’s arse, it did taste good and the heat it generated was like pressing my face against a radiator.I pulled her cheeks as wide as I could to allow myself to get my tongue right into her and apart from a slight and very faint. When she pulled it tight, my head was forced up and back so that I now stared down the track.Lastly, she took my arms and tied each wrist to opposite ends of the bumper. I was spread-eagled on the hood of the car like some grotesque ornament. My breasts were pressed against the warm hood, causing the nipple clamps to dig in more. The vibe still hummed away in my sex."I always wanted a Rolls Royce, with that flying chick on the hood," she said, looking down at me with a smile, "but you look so. My eyes have adjusted to the darkness so I can see it when he stops a few times and just looks at me. Since it’s apparently my turn to ask ‘why’, I do and he says, ‘I’m just thinking about the things I’d like to do to you’ and I think this is a very good answer. I don’t really care if it’s true since most of the alternatives are just as satisfactory, but I like that he said it anyway. Then it’s mouths and teeth and hands again for a while. ‘Feel what you do to me.’ I do. I’m impressed with both.