Grey and then sleep until it was time to go back to work. “I have a proposition for you. How much do you make a week here?” Bree stared at the blo...nde who was dripping all over her front seat. That wasn’t what she had expected at all. She blurted out, “In a good week six, seven hundred, including tips. Most weeks I only work three nights so–” “I’ll pay you $2,000 for two weeks of your time. You’ll stay with me and I’ll cover all your expenses. I want you..." she struggled with herself but. There were no more words between us. For the rest of the night, actually. The next thing his tongue did was slide its way up to flick my clit a few times before working its way inside me, firmly wriggling with a percentage of its might.It was impossible to deny – there was true talent between my legs. Talent which had clearly come from a decade or two of studious practice. He knew how to read his partner. It almost felt as though he could read me in particular. The wetness of his tongue. I pulled up behind them, pulled some gloves on, and stepped out of my cab. I approached the driver’s side and asked in an authoritative voice. “What’s the matter, having car trouble? I’ll take a look if you want?” I did a quick scan of our surroundings and no one was near us.I found out the driver wasn’t going to make this easy for me. She slapped the lock button on her door, then told me, “That’s okay, thank you, I’ll just call my dad.” She reached for a cell phone lying on the seat and I. Quickly, I set to work. I grabbed a cloth from the sink in my classroom and dropped to my knees and started to scrub. Now I don’t know if any of you have ever made a similar mistake to me, but I discovered that when you rub spray paint, the little tiny droplets that individually land, spread and join together, forming a massive smudge. Sigh. I began scrubbing more furiously and in doing so, didn’t notice the doors to the corridor open. The first I became aware that I wasn’t alone, was when I.