She packed her stuff and I packed an outfit for her too to be safe if her outfit was not sexy enough. She had a couple shots of Sambuca and off we wen.... As we drove, I knew she would start getting horny, as Sambuca does that to her. We had about a two hour drive so halfway down I told her to play with herself. I suggested she take off her bra and then remove her shirt as this was more of a challenge for her. She did well and played with her tits for a few minutes when I said why stop there.. The others looked skeptical, but Angela nodded in agreement.Kay picked up a plate, and helped herself to the food."You know," said Kay with her mouth full, "the goons refused to eat any of their food, until you girls are done."When they had finished eating. Kay beckoned in the goons. They had. evidently, been waiting just outside the door. They picked up all the leftover food and trash.Kay whispered instructions to the seeming head goon, as they left the room. He nodded in agreement.Kay called. "Thats not what i ment" i said."I know, thats why i'm doing it" she replied.She reached down and unzipped my jeans, she put her hand inside and slowly started rubbing my cock. Within seconds my cock was fully hard and Emma had pulled down my jeans and shorts. She smiled at me then took a firm hold of the base of my throbbing cock then down she went, straight away taking the head of my cock in her mouth, she ran her sloppy tongue around the tip. Pulling back still with her firm grip she spat on. Close the locker. Baby steps. Get the fuck outside and light a cigarette. Tear open the letter. Nervous puffs of tobacco. Shaky fingers fumbling with a piece of paper. Plain, Times New Roman typeface: ‘Charlie, Thanks for coming through. That locker key has been in your air vent since Christmas 2000. You’re my contingency plan, kid. Don’t bother to count the money – it’s five thousand in tens, twenties and fifties. It’s yours. The keys are an extra set for the Lincoln, and the red key is.