But still, she had that determinant expression on her face which made me obey her. As soon as I shut the door behind me, she zoomed off in her car. I ...idn’t know how to react.The street where she had left me was a fairly busy one even at 12 am so I didn’t feel scared. I decided to wait as she had said. After nearly half an hour, she called out to me from a taxi. I sat in the seat beside her and she told the driver to go. I asked her what was going on but she just smiled and shushed me.Within a. In typically British style the sun soon clouded over, the sky's got darker and the rain came down. We both rushed inside, her minus a bikini top, she found it funny and as she covered herself with one arm as I commented on her top outside in the garden. As she covered herself one of her breasts was being pushed up with her nipple being covered by her forearm and her other being held in her hand. It was a great view and I couldn't help but look, wanting her to move her arm, wishing it away with. She started moving her right hand in the perpendicular direction moving in an even slower pace. She applied some pressure with her fingers. She pushed in her fingers little bit and then released and then continued it again stretched out all her fingers now so that she was touching my right side boob with all her fingers. This creepy ginger midget was satisfied that there was no reaction from me. She moved her fingers to more parts of my right side boob. She moved her fingers under my right boob. "Here it is. You can just keep it angel" I said hoping that this would get me away from Tiffany so I could take care of myself. I was hoping that she would take it up stairs and watch the entire thing or masturbate for hours with it. I really didn't care. I just wanted her out of the room so I could shut my doors and polish the bishop. Tiffany turned the box over to the back and looked at the index. I looked at the index and pointed out what she was looking for. "It's the one called tit-job..