He was squeezing my ass cheeks. His handslid down until his finger found my cunt. He began massaging my cunt. I wastrying not to moan, I didn't want t...he cab driver to know. I closed my eyesand bit my lower lip. "Good show," Ron said to me as he stopped rubbing myclit. "The jacket is open, and the driver has been checking out your boobs." I opened my eyes to see the driver making quick glances back and forth betweenme and the road. The jacket was indeed open. "Sit back on the seat, zip upyour. Miss Mulligan walked across to him and smiled at him, unsure whether to hug him. She settled on touching him on his left arm as she walked past him on her way to her kitchen.“Nice to see you, Peter. Hope you have got Joanne a nice birthday present.” She looked back at Joanne.“He already knows what his birthday present to me is – don’t you, Pete?” Joanne walked over to Rebecca to follow her into the kitchen.“Yes Miss.” He replied, looking sheepish and extremely worried.“I’ll get you both a drink. Her art final was due tomorrow and she was still looking at an uninspiring wall. She ran her fingers through her thick dark hair, teeth nibbling at her full lower lip. She shook her head as she laid the canvas on the ground, her paints spread out nicely on the table. She stood before the canvas, hands on her voluptious hips, the loose tunic hanging on her thighs, her long silky legs stretching from the shirt. Shawn smiled as he peeked into the room, watching Erin as she nudged the canvas with. Jasmine's swarthy legs were braced apart in a taunting, yet argumentative posture and she unconsciously flexed her gluts to accent her points of the discussion at hand."Are you sure it's all right?" Diane asked with a whine and a squint.When the two women had inspected an antique shop earlier Diane had seen an obsidian statuette of two lovers entwined, that she had wanted. The sculpture had been priced a bit steeper than Diane was willing to pay. As they left the shop, a man had driven up to.