Not surprisingly to me, he backed off straight away, holding up both palms towards me, in the typical “I ain’t looking for trouble with you mate,�...�� attitude. I’m not a big guy, but it was known around town that I could handle myself when push comes to shove.The young woman, having been rescued from her tormentor, latched onto me like glue and didn’t let me get more that a couple of feet from her until the police arrived.I have no idea who called the law that evening or even why. Maybe someone. He counted the money then stuffed it in the bag and said little or nothing at all -- just something like "alright then, behave yourself." Heather didn't linger. Sometimes she would have to wait for him for five minutes or more to come out of the back workshop where he did gun repairs. Sometimes he would let his eyes drift down her body as she handed him the rent money. But he never smiled, winked, or flirted. The only emotion she could detect was contempt.Everything was going according to. She pulled the other one out, and did the same thing, her tongue dancing and sucking and flicking my nipple. My pussy was dripping. She stopped what she was doing for moment, and rose to look at me, she turned around on the bottom shelf she pulled out some big cushions that were once on the sofa in her office, she took the four and put them on the floor. She took my hand and led me over to them and encouraged me to kneel down on them. We were both on our knees facing each other, my tits were. I sat back on the driver’s seat, keeping my right arm round Connie to pull her across to my side, while my left hand groped for the lever that would lower the back of my seat. We never broke the kiss for a second. As the seat flattened out she shifted her weight across and swung her leg over to straddle me. At the same time she rucked up her skirt to gather it as far as possible around her waist. As her great chocolate ass burst free I gasped at the size of it under my hands, but I had no time.