Reaching around her waist, he began to slowly slide her low cut hip hugger slacks over her ass and down her legs. Being over a foot taller than her, h... had to fall to his knees to accomplish the task before him. As he lifted her leg to remove the pants, he discovered that she had already slipped out of her shoes at some point. As he slipped the pants off her raised leg, he kissed the inside of her thigh. He repeated this on the other thigh as he raised that leg to finish removing her slacks. He. She moved her barely covered legs closer to the wall, and his other hand followed, resting with a disarming gentleness on her knee, then traced a slow path up the tanned softly downed fullness of her parted thighs."Ya see, I ain't gonna hurt ya," Josh said salaciously and turned his head toward the husband. "Sooner or later ya know it's gonna feel real good."A low uncontrolled whimper was born in her throat and emitted from her softly moistening lips. "P-p-please," she managed, and leaned her. Frankly, I was getting sick of coffee, and you seemed to be, too. Regardless of how much we drank, we couldn't empty our cups. Did you ever have a frustration dream? One in which you couldn't do something important, no matter how hard you tried? That's what I felt. I was so frustrated by the situation, and there didn't seem to be anything I could do.It took a while, but I finally got angry. I tried to hide my anger from you, but you saw it. You started to cry. By now, I know that you. And me in my heels... our groins touched. He began to grind against me. "CCTV!" I managed to utter quietly. I was more than certain the garage cashier was witnessing the whole affair on his security monitor. I retrieved my notes from the dispenser and placed them in my bag. I gave Ritchie a £10 note and asked him to get me a bottle of water from the garage shop. I walked back to the car with my head bowed, my blonde hair partially covering my face. 'Fuck sake! What the fuck are you doing?' I.