Spread, 'em." And she felt a boot kicking her feet apart. She felt her legs stretched wide, almost to the point of causing her to fall. His hand moved...from her mouth to her back, pressing her against the car as he bent to begin frisking her. It seemed as if he was placing his cheek against her ass as he began to run his hand over her boots. Agonizingly slowly it seemed his hand worked its way up her booted legs. Then to her leather covered thighs. She rose to her tiptoes as he moved upward. And. Louis on the night before an election, two leaders, one Black and one White, were meeting in the middle of the street. Their armies were behind them with protest signs waving violently in the air. All it would take is a little nudge and the riot would begin.A gunshot was fired from the side.From the press there were excited shouts into the microphone, “Shots have been fired!”Everyone in the two armies dropped their signs. As one, they all turned to look at where the shot originated with looks. "Six..." I counted. A powerful shudder went through her and for a second I thought she had given in to her need. But when I felt no contraction and no new flood of her juices, I knew she was still fighting. This woman was amazing in her resolve!The next five, however, would prove to be infinitely harder for her to hold out on. Because I wanted her to get to her end before me and have to hold out and wait, I had to up the ante."Five..." I said. And at this point, I pulled my hand from her pussy. And the topic jumped from one to other and I asked her how a girl would feel if a guy presses her boobs and in return she reluctantly said that she don’t know. I said “come on you must be knowing it”. I asked her how she feels when she is taking a bath and that too when she is rubbing soap to her boobs. She said that she don’t know in a shy manner. Then I became silent because there was no topic to talk about. And she too did not talk any thing. The room became silent. Then I asked her that.