I twisted a little more then felt his hand between my legs. ‘You are obviously offering this’ he said ‘otherwise you would have been wearing kni...kers’ with that he eased his fingers into my wet cunt, there we were at the side of the road , me with my dress around my waist and my driving instructor with his fingers inside of me’‘We can’t do this here’ I said, and got out of the car, walking towards the park, he followed me, I could see a huge erection in his trousers. We walked to a little. ”Laughing, Marguerite wiped the tears from her eyes, and said, “That would serve him right.”Ed rode up in a limousine curious why the staff couldn’t come pick him up at the airport. All Cathy had told him was that the house was in an uproar and that no one could be spared. He rubbed his hands, hoping that he would beat the mail to the house. They had promised him that the trophy and the magazine would arrive today. He hoped to be there to watch the expression on her face when she saw the trophy. I wasn't going to fuck him anymore. What we were doing was wrong. If anyone ever found out it would be the end of his life for sure. My mom would call him a sicko, and take me away, his reputation would be destroyed. It wasn't worth the risk. I informed him after school one day when we were alone. He just smiled and said he understood. He didn't force the issue. I was relieved but also a little disappointed. I figured he would insist.Weeks went by and I didn't get any pressure. I actually. ’ Chris shrugged. ‘I didn’t say whoever was with her was an idiot,’ he defended. ‘Let’s say she was shooting up with someone, and let’s say she died and her buddy spazzed,’ Jason began, his pale blue eyes icy. ‘She dies in front of them, yet they wipe every surface clean, wrap her in a sheet, drive the forty minutes from Sheridan, and dump her in our park?’ ‘That place was spotless,’ Reid added. ‘Nothing on the countertops, walls, doors, windows—nothing at all. How many women do you know who.