'Is it safe to make my way over to you?' Martin wanted to know and I hesitated for a few seconds. I did not want to appear to eager even though I was ...horny as hell to let him ride me before he went to work. He did not wait for a reply and called me right away. 'Good morning mister horny,' I smiled into the phone. He laughed and said he could not wait to see me. 'Are you wearing that little red thong for me?' he wanted to know. I told him to come over and find out in person, making my voice. ” He had to see the disappointment in my eyes for not having been fucked, but excitement for his plan quickly overtook me. My face would soon have a baptism of jism!He placed my inflatable buttplug in my pussy and pumped it up until I was moaning from the pressure. He retied the ropes to my heels. He added another rope and tied my hands behind my back and attached it to the rope around my balls. He made me wiggle off the bed and onto my knees to the floor. Every movement tightened around my. The pair walked from the station, looking around seemingly for a taxi.An evil grin passed over Nicolas's lips when he saw them. 'Perfect, ' he thought to himself as he stepped from the car and walked over to the pair.Marie was just about to flag down a cab when the tall raven haired gentleman stepped up to them."May I offer you ladies a ride, I am heading into the city and thought you looked like you may need a lift," Nicolas said smoothly, his tone low and sensual.Marie was just about to say. ” She reversed direction and went out the door without changing, with her ‘meet the public’ face on.Two hours later, they were on Interstate 90, headed for I-84 and Hartford, Connecticut, and Torrington beyond, just 190 km. and a few hours by car. Clara was sitting in the back seat – an indication that she didn’t want to talk. Georg set the CD player to some quiet jazz: he liked the older musicians, Herbie Mann, Stan Getz. Clara was immune to distractions. The car pounded over the miles and.