I feel his hand smack against my ass over and over. With each smack he is asking if I thought by giving him a blow job I was taking control of him?I c...y out "No sir! I only want to do a good job for you, give you as much pleasure as I can."My ass cheeks are burning. I feel his fingers slide first into my dripping wet pussy then move up to my asshole. One finger then two slide in going back and forth before suddenly pulling them out. I feel his cock brush my labia momentarily as he lines it up. Not only was it lit from inside, but there were also lights on the exterior lighting up the white granite and marble walls.The south wing had an empty drive-in six-car garage that hadn’t been used for nearly three decades. Like the rest of the wing, it had been thoroughly cleaned and repainted. At least that was supposed to be the limit of what my father had ordered done.My dad had assured me, “Just a simple refresh, nothing fancy. Carpet and paint, and maybe some new lights. Oh, and we’ll need. But the mood is growing. Would I like to see the clothes she bought? Absolutely! She goes in the other room to change and comes out in a tiny red thing and it is holding her in - but barely. I compliment her. Tell her how nice she looks. The side boob view is spectacular. The ass is barely contained!She comes over to the couch and kind of half sits/half kneels next to me. Her large breast is on my upper arm. As she reaches over to my pants she whispers in my ear "let's see what you have here".. When I hung up, I crawled next to her in bed. We sorta just stared at each other."This is crazy. I've never done this before... meeting some random dude on the internet in person." She said."Me neither, you already know you're my first... at all of this." I don't understand why."I knew why. My problem wasn't talking to girls... it was making that initial conversation. Breaking the ice. I just wasn't good at that part. I always felt like I was coming off an idiot or something. Once that.