I, on the other hand, was still sitting there with my dick out! I was just finishing zipping up when the officer walked up next to the window.“Hello... May I please see your license and registration and proof of insurance?” The man was very polite.“Yes sir.” Lynn reached for her purse and pulled out her wallet. She handed her license and insurance card to the officer.“I don’t have the registration. The car belongs to someone else.”“Are you driving it with that person’s permission?”“Yes sir. He is. She just kept saying how good it was, and how much she needed that. I really didnt know what she had done until she told me. She said that is how you please a girl. After a few minutes she finally told me it was my turn. I still had my clothes on. When she told me to get undressed, I was sort of bashful. I had seen my cousin when he fucked her, and I knew my dick wasnt as big as his. I was scared so I told her I had better not. She told me if I didnt do it now she would never let me. . “Tell me,” the tease repeated, “Tell me and I’ll get Nicola to strip for you as well.”“I’ll do no such thing,” said her indignant friend.“It’s OK. He much prefers watching me walk about naked; fucking me is only to persuade me to get my kit off.”Professor Jones finally gave in and confirmed that both girls had First Class Honours Degrees. Nicola refused to strip for him at Sharifa’s behest, and cited the fact that it was now five past nine as justification for her refusal.Just then her mobile. I still wasn't sure if I was on the right track until she reassured me that we were talking about French photography, whatever that was.Two days later I was driving the 90 minute journey to a phone box on the M5 motorway services where I had been told to phone her for final directions. As instructed I eventually drove through a lodge gatehouse of a Victorian manor house which had been divided into apartments, located their door carrying my video recorder in it's own briefcase type case..