Oh my god, I have to do something about this. Ive got to do it. Im doing it. The conversation paused, and Jamie and John looked at each other, there ...as a friendly atmosphere that Jamie interpreted as romantic. She moved up to John, and with butterflies in her stomach, put a hand out to touch his arm, then moved her face towards his…….this was how it was done in movies…… John saw her moving towards him, he knew exactly what she was doing, and he was ready. He tilted his head down towards her,. She closed her eyes and gathered her courage. Looking up, she searched his sunglasses, hopefully finding his eyes. “Sir, is there anything we could do besides a ticket? I promise I’ll be more careful, from now on.” She looked blatantly at his crotch, so close outside her open window, then back to the sunglasses. He stared at her, unflinching. Like he was thinking about it. “Oh, it would take a great deal more than that.” Progress. “Ummmm. What would that be, officer?” “Applying my belt to your. In the distance, the widows walk of a long abandoned light house rose above the greenness. Sunlight flashed briefly on the tin roof.The soft grassy meadow dropped gently away to the soft sand of the beach. A long abandoned dock stretched out into the rolling sea. Farther offshore, the rusting hulk of an ancient ship adorned the rocks, attesting to the need for the light. Silence filled the air, broken only by the flutter of the Monarchs wings... and her soft breathing. "Let’s explore," she. "To dinner," Mike answered. "Remember, you get to be my slave for the weekend and before I take you home we're going to eat." His hand slipped up the girl's thigh to rest just touching her pussy."Ok, but where? The shopping center is on the edge of town and your heading towards the foothills." Yes, Foothill Estates has a great restaurant. I eat there almost every Friday."Foothill Estates was a very exclusive Country Club housing development. Brandi was sure that she wasn't dressed appropriately.