Once there you open the bag, pulling out a big black rubber dildo, three clasps with chain connecting them, a strap on, and an anal plug. I ask if you... like them, and you jump out of the seat with glee and into my lap causing me to swerve all over the highway. I pull to the side of the road, holding you tight and kissing you. Once I calmed you and hasve you back in your seat, I pull back out onto the road. You moved slowly into the back to show Monica your new toys. You pull out the anal plug. I'm rewarded with the look on his face as he ogles me. His longing is plain to see. He's drooling like a hungry dog being tantalised with a juicy bone, dangled just out of reach by its cruel owner.I lean over his desk to talk to him and he gets a great view of my breasts inside my extremely scantly and revealing dress. I smile sadistically at his obvious arousal. He's gone red in the face and he's breathing rather heavily. I shake my tits around a little, giggling now, and I tell him to go home. “Who’s Vicki?” She asked casually.“Mrs. Greer, one of my teachers,” Jake answered, “I did some work for her Saturday and she asked if I could help again next week.”Helen’s eyebrows went up, an indication that the wheels were turning. Jake beat a hasty retreat to the living room before she could quiz him. He watched Bonanza with Charles and his sisters, then hit the rack.The following week was a busy one. On Monday, Vicki started his week off right in a trim navy blue a-line skirt and light blue. You should be glad I’m getting it off of you.” He made quick work of the bra and panties. She had never felt so exposed and vulnerable. But, for some reason, even though she planned this, asked for it, paid for it, her mind was confused. The understandable terror and rage were there. But alongside that, almost fighting for control, was an enormous rush of joy and passion. It was like an argument in her head. “I don't want to die. Oh God, I don't want to die.” “This, this is it. What I’ve.