The car sped around her but then suddenly braked and turned across the road blocking the lane."Fuuuuck!!!" Michele screamed and jammed on the brakes a... hard as she could.Her car came to a halt centimetres from the large over-powered sedan which blocked the road; her seatbelt cinched her waist and shoulder. The back doors of the dark sedan sprang open and two men, one large and heavy set, the other short and wiry, ran over to Michele's car. Both men scrambled into the back seat; the larger one. He was dressed as if he were on his way to a toga party at the local college.“What truth?” Richard said, starting to sound a bit afraid.“Where have you seen this man before?” Marcella asked him.“I’ve never seen this man before in my life,” he sputtered back. “I would remember him.”“Maybe if you looked behind you when you worked at your desk,” the man said softly.Richard’s eyes grew wide. He stepped forward and reached out to touch the man. When his hands gripped something solid, he said,. He reluctantly agreed and stripped down to his underwear as I put his clothes in the wash. You cannot believe what a God this guy was. His skin was like caramel ready to be sucked, he was fit, firm, taught and muscular in all the right places with a light mist of chest hair. His tight underwear held his bulging cock which looked mightily impressive behind the material. His eyes sparkled as we continued to chat. After a couple of minutes he said he felt a little uncomfortable and I thought. "That is better," he said. Then he moved his hand up to her damp pussy, stroking her lips and running his fingertips over her slit. Chelsea moaned again, louder this time, as his fingers found their way between her soft puffy lips. Chelsea moved her hips forward as he stroked her sex, wanting him inside her. Chelsea, relishing the feelings he was giving her, removed her hands without thinking and he caught her error. "Get those hands back up there!" he said, swatting her pussy with the hand.