Why don’t the two of you visit his truck for a few minutes? I’ll wait here and save our table.”They looked at me, and then at each other. “Let...��s go!” Susan surprised us suddenly, “I’ve always wanted to get fucked in one of those big pickups.” We downed our whiskeys and they departed. Thankfully, they just walked like to friends and weren’t hanging on each other like horny teenagers. I sat and enjoyed a pint of Guinness.After about 20 minutes, Susan returned, smiling but glassy eyed. “Looks like. I look up again and he’s watching me intently. He doesn’t see me watching, he can’t take his eyes off my spread legs and wet fanny. He’s stroking his manhood at me and squeezing his huge ball bag, trying to close the gap between us.I run my magic wand up and down my slit. I’m sure he can hear the squishing noises it makes. I turn my back to the window and bend over.“Can you see me now, I want you to see my fanny and arse hole. When I push it in, I want to imagine it’s you.”The purple. Whitelock and Angie to walk back to the office.Once outside Angie again felt her nipples harden and gently rub against the material of her dress with the resultant tingling. There was a gently breeze that found its way up Angie’s skirt making the tingling increase.As they walked they talked and Mr. Whitelock said,“The outcome is going to be good Angie, you did good work.”“But I just could have missed something sir.”“I don’t think so, you see you are an intern and no good law firm relies solely. Until four years ago I had still lived with my mum in her terraced house in New Town while I attended uni. I had my own room upstairs and Richard had never visited there. That's not to say it had not been a place of some sexual activity. It embarrassed me immensely to admit what I had done and dreamed about doing in that room. Just after entering uni, I had begun having these deeply troubling but compelling ideas running through my head.Not just troubling. They seemed outlandish. Macabre..