He took several breaths with a devious grin plastered on his face. "You said I could treat you as my bad girl, my angel, my whore, my princess or just...my little personal cum dumpster, whatever I want you to be because you were always just going to be mine. It goes both ways in that I'm yours. You were my good girl getting her reward for wanting me so bad, now you're my angel for right now."He held her by a hip to allow her bounce on his lap at her pace while his other hand started tracing over. I kept staring at her while I picked up my sandwich and returned to eating."Stop staring at me," she said.I finished my sandwich, put lotion on myself and laid down next to her."Did you ever have sex with her?" she asked out of the blue."What do you mean?" I asked stupidly."Sex? Did you and Mia ever do it?"Well, not really." What do you mean not really?" Well, I've never had intercourse with her. But she did give me a hand-job once in the theater." Tell me about it" Well, we went out one Friday. .. the wetness of my pussy lips- my cunt begging to stretched and filled too... the fullness of my fuckhole, which I tighten and relax around the tunnel, trying hard to simulate thrusting... (God how I want to feel Your beautiful cock pounding in and out of my gaping wide asshole)... I need to cum so badly, it hurts... I am so focused on the overwhelming sensation of arousal, on the brink of ecstasy but unable to reach it, that I don't hear You come in. I don't know how long You were standing. The driver with his other free hand reaches over to your leg and touches the inside of your right knee and tries to reach up higher on your thigh. You respond by pulling your dress even higher to expose the alabaster smooth skin of your upper thigh as it is now apparent that you are wearing the most elegant of thigh high stockings tonight. The driver reaches farther up your thigh in hopes to reach his target and discover if, and yes, you pull your dress to your waist as he fondles you and.