Ankles were tied with rope to the legs, spread wide. He could see her bent forward and her shoulders and breasts lay pressed upon a sturdy wooden work...bench. He would have to put a rubber ball strung on a rope in her mouth and tie it behind her neck allowing no sounds to filter from her mouth.He would walk across the shop and just look at her, her legs spread and her shaven lips parted and moist, staring back. The pink puckered anus winking at him across the room. She was to become his work. When I ask you a question, you are supposed to answer me...so what kind of girl gets off on being punished?A naughty girl?I reward her with some affection to her wet slit. Ughh. See what happens when we can communicate. I think you are naughty through and through. You're not just naughty but you're a naughty slut. Lets get these wet things off my naughty little slut.I peel her underwater down the back of her legs to the knees releasing the fragrance of wet Pussy in the cab of the truck. I run. .. oh never mind." Oh I see; you're here to talk about me breaking up with your sister. Is that it," asked Samantha."Wow. Again no; I didn't actually know you were the Samantha she had been dating. But, now that you mention it, I'll have to talk to you about that later. Well actually now that I made the connection between you and my sister, I don't need to ask why you wanted to join the car wash." I said.Samantha now looked mad as she asked, "Are you suggesting I only volunteered to help and. Your copious pussy juice making our contact so nice and slippery. You feel me pressing closer, your hips rising, legs draped over my thigh as you feel the length of my hardness pressing up between your wet lips. You are almost sitting in my lap as you rock your pussy up and down along my hard hot cock. Your sweet cream coating my length. Your excitement grows as I just hold myself against you, letting you slide up and down, rolling your hips as you savor the feel of my hot shaft pressed between.