“Do I look finished to you?” I growled. I kept my expression neutral, but let my eyes glare. There was no anger, just intensity. A fire was rising... but the flames came from something much deeper and far more sensual than mere anger. I was not finished in the slightest. And she will know it. “No, Sir,” she squeaked after an automatic gasp. I suppressed my grin, maintaining the tension and intensity as I tightened my grip and pulled her forward. “Stand,” I commanded. She stood, her legs. ”Barb was flabbergasted. That was the last thing on Harry’s list, “if it has a bed liner, grab it”. Barb tried to play it as cool as Helen had and took her by the arm away from the guy. “I think that’s the deal we need.”“Barb that was a deal before the bed liner got thrown in. I was just messing with the guy.”They took care of the paperwork, transferred the titles over and Barb was now the owner of a pickup truck. This middle aged, housewife who had always lived in the suburbs was now a pickup. His fingers continued to brush and soothe my lips. His thumb touched my clitoris on the top and twisted it. I moaned in pleasure, and a huge wave of juices started heating deep inside.I could feel his mighty pole inside my walls, and my walls gripped it tighter. I could feel my juices boiling down at the end of my vaginal hole. It must have wet him. He pushed his prick out of my hole, and I thought my juices embarrassed him.But he proved me wrong immediately as he thrust his prick back inside. He knows better now.As for me, I'm a lawyer now. I'm on the Partnership Track at one of the major law firms in Dallas. That means that I work like a slave. It feels like 25 hours a day, 8 days a week. I exaggerate of course, but not as much as I'd like. In fact, I'm on call 24/7 and I know, everyone in the field knows, that a large part of my future at the firm will be based on how many billable hours I can generate. I like litigation for large clients because then it's easier to pad the time.