She said, “Brad, I don’t know about you but I don’t need a test drive particularly when I don’t like one of the candidates.”I shrugged. “W... have other brands to review. Bill, give me a card. If we come back, we’ll be sure to talk with you.”He said, “Sure. I’m surprised you didn’t care for the Malibu.”Karen said, “It’s an okay car but I just don’t feel comfortable in it.” We shook hands and left for the Ford dealer next door.We parked and walked inside. A young man met us. “I’m Hank, Hank Wells.. ........." Robinson, Mary Robinson, and how do you not exactly sell things." Her look was one of "oh shit" here comes another high pressure I don't sell, but you need to buy this to save the business."Sometimes I trade." From the expression on her face, Roger knew for sure she was sitting on inventory that wouldn't move."Trade what." She seemed a little less anxious to get rid of him. She moved over to the counter, and picked up an envelope, glanced at the return address, then set it back. That was about the time my cock started straining against my panties. Eventually, she handed me a little of our breakfast and more or less let me eat in peace. “After this, you need to get dressed, baby. We’re going out for the day!” As she said this, she cupped my balls in her fingers and was rubbing her palm against my cock through the panties. “Pinch your nipples for me, sweetie.” Her every instruction was matter of fact, as if there was nothing out of the ordinary about them at all. I. Greg scrambled to comply, looking back for my approval. From the corner of my eye, I saw Jack slowly stroking his cock, which had already become impossibly thick. I swirled the tip of the vibrator against Gregs quivering hole, knowing that he had only ever taken small cocks in his tight ass. He tensed, and I responded by slapping his swinging balls. "Relax, you dirty boy, by the end of the night, you'll thank me for starting you off with something this small," I chuckled as I forced the first.