I was getting a bit stiff in my pantyhose looking in the mirror feeling those soft silky pantyhose being touched by my skirt. I wiggled a few times ju...t feeling the fabric touching my ass, legs, and lower tummy. My tucked cock was starting to strain under the restraints of the crotch of the pantyhose so I thought, I'd better either go for a drive or a walk. I look okay, I thought. So why not both.I put some. By this time I had removed her sari and blouse completely and was tugging at her petticoat strings to free her of her last obstacle.Sweety was now moving in rhythm with me as I ground my cock into her body. She answered each movement by pushing back against me, her hands moving back to my ass cheeks, squeezing them and grabbing them hungrily. I removed my T-shirt in one swift movement to allow her to continue. She ran her hands all over my body, pinching my nipples gently as she bit the flesh. As I continued to devour his dick, his moans became louder. I didn’t know where we were, and as he took his foot off the gas, and rounded a curve that brought us into a small town, he said “shit, get up! There’s an accident up here, and there are several cops around it, so you’d better stop!” I quickly pulled off his dick and put it back in his underwear and pulled up his cargo shorts. Sitting up, I had to wipe my saliva off of my mouth and lips. It was a good thing I’d stopped blowing. After the endless brightly-lit, but featureless corridors, Claire was now in a small intimate room – quite dark except for rows of sex toys on shelves, illuminated by spot lights. Deep plush carpet on the floor, a wonderful scent she couldn’t quite place and piles of clothes- men’s and women’s, neatly folded with underwear placed on top. Claire shivered, even though it was warm enough to be undressed. Looking around and seeing no-one she popped the box on the floor, took off her shoes and undid.