There was not a hint of compassion on his face. I climbed trembling to my feet."These tapes belong to me now."I looked at him, a small glimmer of hope...forming inside me. He was still staring at my chest."Kimberly," he whispered. "I could keep these secret."I smiled tremblingly at him."But I wonder if there's something you could do for me?"I exhaled. "Anything, Mr. Lambert," I breathed, wiping my cheeks. "I'll do anything." Do you really mean that?" he asked.I nodded anxiously. I would do. In a moment I pulled it from her sexy body and she was now just in bra and panty.Then poured the oil on her back and massaged it completely and turned her around and poured the oil on her waist and dipped my oily finger into her navel. She was now moaning loudly. I put my hands around her chest and my fingers reached her bra hooks pulled it off in nick of second and now poured oil on her boobs and was messaging them and was playing with them. Her pink areolas and orange nipples were very very. I smiled at the blonde and said, "You wish you were my slave don't you?" Excuse me?" she responded shocked."You want my cock, I can tell," I said, as I wrote my cell phone number on a napkin and handed it to her. "Here is my number, call me when you are ready to be pleased by me." I then grabbed Mrs. Simmons by the hand and walked out of the pub.We went back to my car and as soon as I started driving I demanded, "Teach, suck me while I drive."Although she again gave a sceptical look, she leaned. I put down the brief case in my right hand trying not to drop it, as not to draw attention to our rendezvous. Moving my right hand to the back of her calf and slowly deliberately, ever so slowly moving my hand up the back of her long leg, along her silky sheer black stockings feeling the patented stocking tops. Stopping for a moment feeling and exploring the softness of her panties. Grabbing a handful of her right but cheek tightly. My left hand moving upwards in a python like manner, my breath.