The couple embracing on the front seat had been going at it for almost an hour. Both were disheveled. The man's tie was loose and the woman's make-up ...meared. The hem of her skirt was high up her thighs, well past her nylon stocking-tops, revealing the straps of her garter belt and a generous amount of white flesh.Despite the man's best efforts, the top of the woman's dress remained buttoned. He had to be satisfied with groping her breasts through the fabric of her clothing. Likewise, each time. He cocked his head again, as if looking into the depths of my soul. “You will obey.” “Yes, sir.” There was no hesitation. “I may hurt you.” I shuddered. “Yes, sir.” “I will please you.” I smiled, my desire and my lust in the gesture. “Yes, sir.” I felt his thumbs caressing my temples as he continued to stare, and then... there it was. In his eyes, the lust, the want, what I'd been craving to see. I felt so powerful in my submission. I wanted to please him, so that he would keep looking at me. She kissed his lips. He started smooching her soft lips. Exchanging each others breath. She wrapped her hands over his shoulders. He holds her face with both hands. For a so long days he was crazy over her lips. That he starred in bus. Now those lips are in his lips. She opened her mouth & he started moving his tongue all over her lips. Feeling of lust boosts in her body. They finished. He kept his one hand on her upper back holding shoulder. She looks down. He pulls her lightly towards him. The picture of me chaperoning Dea everywhere she needs and to do whatevershe needs.I do her homework with her. I learn her rhymes and read her books. Shewants to be a dancer so we dance together. She wants to be a singer so wesing together. We stretch together. We play accordion together.We go to the same self-defense classes because she needs protecting. Welearn to attack instead of escape and it proves to be effective for mewith the bullies at school.We go to school together and come back.