We slid into the back seat, a big, wide, lounge of a seat. The bucket seats in front were divided by a wide console that was flat on top, and rode jus... above the level of our seat. The driver was leering at us to see whom she was bringing back. He was like his car, with a beat-up face and a body that looked like it could go like hell.She sat next to me, grinning at her private little joke, her challenge to me. I liked to buy her sexy clothes to see what it would make her do. She liked to put me. “Isn’t unfair making you stand in your underwear and I am still wearing my pants?” he said and started unzipping his pant. I covered my face with my hands.Within no time, he got out of his pant and pulled me to sit on the bench. He took my hands on his dick and started rubbing , asking me if I liked it. I remained silent for a while and then said, “Vicky, please, leave me now. I am begging you now”.Vicky: Alright, one last thing. Get on your knees and satisfy me (pointing at his penis)Me: No. I told her how pretty she looked & how I admired her ass figuring I'd get told to never come back. But to my surprise she smiled & said it wasn't fair that I could see hers but she couldn't see mine!! I told her "Umm that could be arranged" she looked at me & smiled & asked if I'd mind pulling my truck up & she'd have my order brought out to me. I smiled again as I pulled forward & parked . As I sat there my hand naturally when right to my already swollen clit . By now it was throbbing on it's. .. or place of birth... or anything else. All of the equipment was evidently paid for, so once the police released the crime scene, the lease was voided out by the owners of the strip mall and it was just a matter of Stan cleaning everything out and making it look like Momma Ling’s had never existed.The one problem was that all of the equipment had to be stored for at least two years in case some creditor– or relative– stepped forward to claim it. So, one of the terms of the remodeling contract.