It was all quiet in the car now as Tony had stopped his verbal abuse. Shifting around Fiona undid the foil and rolled the rubber over my hardness. It ...as all I could do to stop trembling; my dick was very sensitive and even her gentle ministration were almost too much. When she had finished she turned around and pulled her skirt up for easy access. ‘So fuck me then’ was her next command and I really didn’t need a second invitation. No lubrication was required as I sank to the hilt into her. "Please go away. I don't want to talk about it." The girl pleaded."Can't do that! Where is my brother?" Erin demanded. "You wouldn't believe me if I told you." The girl assured her. "Is he hurt? You'd better not have hurt him."Oh please! Like you really care if I were hurt or not. "Please Erin." Ok... I'm calling the cops." "NO! OH GOD, DON'T DO THAT!"The girl opened the door a crack and Erin rushed it. The door flew open and flung the girl off the door and across the floor. She landed on her. "Not exactly," he said, not looking at either of us."Well," said Mr. Ambrose, rocking forward. "Explain." They know folks I know, the gamblers do, girls, you know, advertising people, models. So we run into each other here and there. I think he met his wife that way, out on the Coast." Have you bet on baseball games?" I asked, wishing I wasn't."No, no, shit no," he said, looking offended. "Never. Come on!" So," I said to Mr. Ambrose, confused, "what's the problem?" Tell him," Ambrose said to. We pulled up on to my drive, and gathering our bags, we both rushed inside. With the door closed behind us we made a grab for each other, I was pressed up against the wall, with Patti's hand going straight up my skirt and in to my panties. As her fingers delved in to my pussy, my hands were under her top and undoing the clasp to her bra. Within a couple of minutes, my knickers were down to my knees and Patti's bra was up around her neck.I grabbed the mountains of flesh and squeezing them.