Her sucking had become more rhythmic. If this had been a sexual dance, they’d gone from tripping on two left feet to being totally synchronised. And...Anderson was suddenly carried away with the idea that Farida might actually be enjoying it. After all, she hadn’t exactly pulled away, grabbed her clothes and run out of his apartment. And he’d always said that she could leave at any time. In fact, now that he felt his orgasm building, he thought he’d pushed her enough for one day. That she had. We're the only passengers, and the driver is a lovely woman, so I get bold. I take my hands and rub my boobs, which she feels. She starts to slide her hands up herself, and I motion for her not to touch.I pinch my nipples and we gasp. Then, remembering that she gets off soon, I slide one hand under my skirt and start rubbing my pussy through my knickers. She moans, and I have to say, "Shh."I rub my clit hard and keep pinching a nipple. She is going wild, not believing what I am doing to her,. He was still rock hard as he was giving me a warm, wet blowjob. “Damn”, I thought, “he must really be enjoying this too”. I looked at Mike as he continued to take my big shaft in his warm, wet mouth. I could hear his saliva and see it coming out of his mouth and around the shaft of my dick, occasionally taking gulps of air while continuing to stroke me. Then he started licking my balls as he gave me a wet hand job.“Tell me when you’re going to cum”, Mike said. I didn't want to cum. I wanted. Also the masturbation started again, building up from a slow teasing rub to rapid fisting of my cock.Then she stopped again. This time she did not wait long, just enough for my orgasm to subside, allowing her to start over again. I was going crazy from the combination of pain, lust and frustration. She repeated this cycle of torturous teasing five or six times. Mistress finally got up, disappeared behind me again and came back pushing a wheeled cart covered by a white cloth. She set the cart.