Uh..." Sandy tried to keep her voice neutral. It was official now, time to be in character."Good thing you're leaving on a Thursday. Airport is hell o... Friday." The driver remarked, as the cab rolled down the highway."Well, I uh..." Sandy tried to think of what to say. No topic of conversation was coming to mind rapidly. "So ... pretty nice day today." The weather. It was better than nothing, right?The driver didn't deign to respond, merely turning up the radio. Sandy was momentarily shocked by. Then I realized he was moving me and I had no control of my movements. He asked how he was doing "I said great" and he was it was relieving the stress of the day. I couldn't imagine why I was so relaxed that I couldn't move on my own power as he moved up to massaging my upper thighs, he said you have a very nice cock as he began to move his hands up to my upper thighs. as he leaned over to kiss my thighs. This was getting stranger all the time but was also beginning to feel good in a weird sort. It’s like somehow it makes all your nerve endings come alive.”“How much did Sean pay you to have this conversation with me,” Tara asked, only partly joking.“He wouldn’t have to. I’d do it for free. But Sean’s got nothing to do with this,” Amy said, suddenly serious. “We had some biker friends who had a taste for voyeurism and exhibitionism. She loved to be naked outdoors, and loved the thought of being watched by someone. Not ogled, or stared at. It was more the idea of someone watching you. When we got home I told her to grab some beers and meet me up in our room. When I got up to the room Stephan was there with four other friends. All of them were black, and very well hung. They all had on t-shirts and gym shorts and were clearly eager for Emmy’s arrival. Emmy walked into the bedroom with a beer in each hand, she had already stripped off her shirt and skirt in preparation for me, clearly not expecting the group of men waiting for her. Stephan took the beers from her handed me one.