To beg him to touch her, to make her explode with pleasure. He knew though, that he would have to coax this out of her, and so he diverted his attent...ons to her legs, his hands never stopping until he reached her feet. They felt tiny and perfect, just like Sophie. He began to rub her feet, then her shapely calves, before finally returning to her thighs, massaging the outsides but barely touching the insides. Sophie could not focus on anything except the feel of Daniel’s hands on her body, the. He pulldown the top of my little black dress and started to suck on my exposed breasts, as he grabbed my ass hard. I kept bouncing on his cock over and over and over. It felt soooooo good.--------------------------------------------------------UBER DRIVER: Wow.. wow.. I am cumming baby.. LOLA: Ohhhhh daddy.. CUM CUM CUM CUM, daddy.UBER DRIVER: Inside you?LOLA: YES YES YESUBER DRIVER: OHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH, OHHHHH... OHHHhh!!!!!!!LOLA: Sooooo good daddy.. I love it your cock.* He came hard. I get. Why not give up on it? Do you have a phone and a number to call?"I nodded in the affirmative."Then give them a ring and make an excuse and take the day off. Let's have some fun you and I."To me it seemed the simplest and most logical answer to her dilemma but would she go for it? The answer was quick in coming as she hunted through her bag for her phone. She scrolled through a list of names before punching the call button. I could only hear one end of the conversation but was pleased to hear. The marching soldiers were the low end of the social ladder; they weren’t entitled to be called princes or other prestigious names. But they were not going to work in the oil fields; that was nasty, hot, dangerous work so the military was the place for them.They spent days cleaning equipment, barracks and practicing whatever. Of course they looked good all decked out and lining the routes when important visitors came.They didn’t want their own sailors and soldiers to do it for fear of failure.