She tried to feel every square inch of contact, from her toes, searching to find purchase to help her, to her muscled thighs, sliding across his equal...y hard ones. The only thing that felt out of place was his rigid penis, which made a lump that her body pushed this way and that. It was in the way, somehow, and she was suddenly aware that, if it was inside her, it wouldn’t be in the way any more.That concept held no fear for her any more, and that was amazing. But at the same time, she knew. The front passenger window rolled down to reveal a fat old Arab man with short hair and trim grey-black mustache in the front passenger seat. His brown tweed waistcoat and black tie made him seem more like a white man than an Arab. He looked at her with the doubtful eyes. Do you perchance need a lift maam? said an older British man with short, grey and white hair and a grey and white mustache in a dark grey 3-piece suit and blue tie behind the steering wheel. He was fat, like as his Arab. To my surprise she called my name, I was on cloud nine.She asked me what the problem was. Words are not coming out of my mouth. I tried telling her that I don’t think it will start. Then she just asked, “Can you drop me home? Since it is on the way to your home?” I was surprised that she knew my regular path. Even I don’t know her residence.I said, “No problem I’ll drop you.” We started at the office. I behaved decently during our ride. Since it was drizzling we became a little wet. We finally. " Jeannette said happily. She had never been allowed to sleep right next to A Master before.Jeannette followed him to a different hallway, and a room with a bed in it. Master turned and gave the hand sign for kneel."Slave J, give me your mouth." Paul said simply.Jeannette leaned forward and opened her mouth as she had been trained. She had given several masters this action, and knew she could do so well. Paul allowed her to get him hard, and tease him with her tongue."Slave, Cunt." Paul.