As she sat up on top of me, parted her legs and slammed me into her wet pussy, I moaned, and she smiled again. I watched her soft and smooth boobs jum... as she moved on top of me with her head tilted back. It was strange how she climaxed without penetration, just from torturing and controlling me, and then fucked me as my reward.As she moved on top of me and put my hands on her boobs, she told me, “There is a surprise for you the nex day”. I was both excited and scared about it. I knew that. I was half way down my pint when the young lady came out to check I was alright which I was and as I was the only customer we struck up some small talk just out of politeness, she had sat down opposite me so she could see if any more customers arrived. She was about 20ish at a guess, long mousy brown hair and had a nice tan which was no surprise working where she did, she was relatively plain looking with nice brown eyes and although she was no stunner she certainly wasn’t ugly, she had a. Hot pants and a skimpy bra. Red heels. "For the record Samantha Fraser, Brad Jones, Davy Smith, are present. "Each person said yes."Samantha would you like us to call your parents." "Hell No." "You have been detained on serious charges, joy riding, speeding, failing to stop, theft. " Wait what I didn't steal the car!" "Your father reported the Mercedes Sedan stolen last night" I nodded. I had gone to the garage to get a screw driver and noticed that Samantha's car and my sedan were gone.. She had changed. Fuck me. She had changed into a white short skirt. It was one of those that are made out of sweat pant material. She wore it a lot. But now, with the dark legs coming out of them, the contrast, her flawless skin drank up the color and shone a perfect dark brown color. I lost all control. My hands were groping and Mandy protested, “Hey, get off!” This time it wasn’t a scream, and I couldn’t risk it going that route . . . but god dammit I was gonna fuck my perfect little.