I let her stay out of the bag and gave her a pillow to make it more comfortable a ride.All through Missouri she rode in the trunk, at the Nebraska boa...der I let her move to the front and used the same painted dark glasses as I used before so she could not see. No gag and the seatbelt across her arms that were bound with a strap around her upper arms going behind her back and her wrists bound together in front of her. Her knees were bound together as were her ankles too.Unless someone looked. Her black coat hides her body, yet I can guess at sweet curves, and her high heeled boots make me think she's dressed with care.Our eyes are locked. Hers are deep ponds I want to swim in. She smiles shyly. I wave my hand awkwardly. Under the gray Georges Rech coach, I've put my best suit, the anthracite Moschino one, with a light pink shirt. My black frattelli rossetti are mirror polished. My hair is the fuss it's always.You never have a second chance to make a first good impression."Hi Emma". "This time we do it my way. I do NOT want your 'hard manhood'." "You don't?" I replied, puzzled. Your fingers quickly unclasped my trousers and pulled my zipper down. "No," you said, then paused, a look of indecision passing over you, which was then replaced by one of determined resolve. You took a deep breath, pulling my stiffness free and stroking it with your fingers. Dropping to your knees, your warm, wet mouth descended to my hot, hard desire. "I want your COCK," you blurted, closing your. Jean had long dark hair, perfect thirty-six C breasts and long legs leading up to a nice tight behind. Although we were dating regularly, we had not yet had sex. My only attempts to lure her into bed had ended with me getting a quick feel of her breasts and one time she rubbed my penis a few times before she pulled her hand away and sent me home.I was beginning to think that she did not reciprocate my feelings when one day she finally told me why she hadn't let me have sex with her. It seems.