She was still using her fingers to play with herself and using his cum to lube them. She then used her fingers to spread her pussy wide so that I coul...d see right into her. “Look at it all, there’s so much” she groaned. She was right. There was enough cum in there to equal 3 of my loads if not more. She again started to rub her pussy, then only her clit. “Put your fingers me baby” she panted out loud. I did as ordered. I’m a very masculine man but somehow this scenario made me into her obedient. He slowed down and pulled over into a gravel road, driving for about two miles until we reached a gate. He shut the mighty machine down and helped me get off, and together we took our helmets off. He took my hands and boosted me over the gate, jumping over with ease to join me. “Where are we going?” I asked in confusion as we started walking through the fields.“Somewhere,” is all that he said and I walked next to him quietly. I was so confused – if he didn’t want to have sex with me, why was he. ‘Ah fuck, Elle.’ She grunted, walking a little faster. Her hostel was almost eight blocks away. There were very few taxis on the street so late at night, and to make matters worse she had lost the street map she carried in her purse sometime earlier in the night. Truth be told, the whole day had been one foolish mistake after another. But this, she thought, was easily the worst mistake she had made all day. She should have gone back into the club and asked the barkeep to call her a cab. Instead. Topping it all off was her hair, long red locks pulled back into a simple ponytail. The outfit was simple but effective."You, me and Anne? Okay, Stan. What sort of time?" I'll pick up Anne at about half past seven, and we'll come around and pick you up on the way to the pub. If you'd like, that is?"Denise, too, paused for a moment before assenting."Yes, Stan. That'll be lovely! I look forward to it — see you soon after that, then!"Anne was excited.Stan had come to her with the idea of a midweek.