She had nothing but her brief outfit and quickly returning wits.She considered jumping out as soon as he slowed, but she couldn't make a run for it, s...he had to know where he was taking her."My name is Tommy," he said, "and yours is ... Brandy. I like Brandy." My name isn't Brandy," she said, raising her voice a couple of octaves and throwing in a confused lilt, "My name is ... is ... gosh, I don't what my name is. I guess Brandy is as good as any." It's not Brandy yet, you have to earn your. " "Are you staying here?" Vicki asked. "Whaaaat?" Mary blurts out. "ARE YOU STAYING HERE, at the Wellington” a somewhat annoyed Vicki asks. Stuttering, Mary replies, "Yyees…yes here ...at the Wellington”. "OMG me too," says Vicki. Vicki giggles and asks, “What room she asks? Mary replies,"424” "OH MY GOD!" Vicki states, her voice getting louder. “I'm in 425. Can you believe it?" Vicki asks Mary, “I'm right across the hall!" With that information, a stunned Mary Stevens sheepishly replies, "Wow,. “God, Heath! What are you doing?”“Driving.”She got settled in the passenger seat. “Slow down!”“Fuck off.”I could feel her magnificent eyes on me, staring as we rode in strained silence; then, “Are you okay?”I couldn’t look at her. “No.”“You’re angry.”“Angry, yes… Jealous.”“Oh, Heath.” She sounded upset. “Oh, I’m so sorry; that was thoughtless, wasn’t it?”I glanced at her. God, so beautiful, her glorious face flushed, lips soft and swollen from sucking cock. I wanted to kiss them, even knowing. I was ready to try her on again. The poses of her body were very arousing, especially the rear views which she seemed to promote in her posing.As I was considering this she asked about how she might go about asking for more. She was not talking about the meal or the conversation. Also, she did not blush as she spread her legs wide, then used her fingers to part her inner labials, showing me her pink, wet flesh while making the inquiry. My earlier deposit was still dripping out of her, it seemed.