She was wearing a really tight kameez. It was white, and she wasn’t wearing anything on her legs.It reached her knee-length. I could clearly see her...red lace bra, which was waiting to be torn by me. I could sense that she wanted it to be more romantic. She had really nice scented candles on, very dim lights, some nice piano music. On the table, I could see 2 beers waiting for us. As she walked in, I turned around to close the door and lock it. I wasn’t going to rush straight to fuck as she. I could just make out her gesturing me out of the window to come over.I walked up to the car, her window was wound right down, she was laying back in her chair, her long blonde hair d****d over her shoulders, lightly coving her perky naked tits, her hard nipples visible through her golden locks.She was laying there her right hand had pushed aside the front of her sexy red lacy thong, her fingers were gently rubbing her clit, I could see her wetness glistening in the dim light.I was in shock but. She shuddered, half fearing, half expecting what was to come, and when the glass was empty and my piss was dripping down from her ass to the floor, I held the bottle behind her and slowly started pushing it into her anus.Her head was thrown back and her long red hair almost covered her buttocks while I relentlessly pushed the bottle further in, making her take it up her ass by force. She tried hard not to scream but her slender fingers clawed into the edge of the bar.Suddenly, out of the corner. “What?” I asked. A sparkle flashed in her eyes. I could tell she was at a loss for words, but my own dirty mind began to figure out what she wanted. I said nothing. “Well, goodnight then,” she said, apparently giving up. She ducked down and laid in her own bed, but I didn’t hear her pull the covers. “Do you think Dad would get mad if he knew about us?” she asked. I smirked. “Us? You make it sound like you and I are guilty of something together.” I could hear her smile. “Maybe we can be.” My.