It was like being in a dark room, with only a glimmer of the morning light round the edges.The President started the car, and moved off, explaining to...his butler, “This makes you unable to describe our route, or the location of our destination, Jeeves. It is for your own protection, should anything untoward happen.”“Your consideration is appreciated, sir.”They drove in silence for some time, taking the occasional turning as the President sought his destination. At last he stopped. “Jeeves, you. This was the first time I had been in Sophie’s car, it was nice and clean and she wasn’t a bad driver as we headed off across town but I found it hard to concentrate as her skirt had ridden up and with her legs open I had a constant view of her thin white panties, OMG she knew I was looking and teased me as she saw my obvious arousal.“Get your cock out babes” she sighed and looked across at her.. “What?” I asked thinking that although it would be exciting we were in town in heavy traffic, “Go. " "No, I'm not," she said with emphasis, "All my friends think so too," she added. "Besides," she continued, "It isn't like we are actually going to DO anything. We are just going to pretend. It will be fun! Plus, I will feel older and it is my birthday after all. You did say we could do anything I wanted to, right?" With that, she took his hand and laced her fingers into his own. "Come on. Please?" she begged.Against his better judgment, he agreed. "Ok. Just for fun and just for make-believe,". I don't know ... guys whose first love happened to be missing an arm or a leg. Maybe they never got over them and kept it as a fetish. In a way, it's no worse than preferring blonds or redheads or Asians or whatever." Maybe. So, do you have a fetish for amputees? Or cyborgs? Or Africans?" Don't know. Not consciously, at least. You are a pretty sexy cyborg, I suppose. Are you going to try to create a cyborg fetish for me?" Well, it wasn't a specific goal or anything." How is it working out for.