As he watched it dripping out of her, all Donald could think was “Yes!” He took his handkerchief from his pocket and wiped Emma more or less clean... again. When he moved the wipe away from her, he had to control himself to not lift it to his nose and mouth immediately. What was Emma doing to him? Donald stuffed it in his pocket for later and shook his head.And then…Donald walked over to her clothes, and first lifted her functional bra, and folded it and put it in her purse. “You can get by. I tried again after some time but the same result. Finally gave up trying and started enjoying the view outside and after some time, I felt something between my legs. I looked down puzzled and I saw him make a vee of his fingers trying to stroke me but without much success. I pushed his hand away coz I was not in the mood after the way he had stopped me from seeing what was in the bag. But he persisted and I gave up trying to stop him- I was pretty hot myself. I raised myself from the seat a. My screams were echoing from the walls. unfortunately it actually did turn him on even more. he was grunting and moaning as he continued my torture. i could feel his hard cock pressed against my stomach, rubbing his precum all over my body. He took pleasure in giving me little breaks from the pain and just licking my nipples ever so lightly until I got a little aroused again. Although after the first embarassing moan I kept biting my tongue to not let him know my body enjoyed even that kind of. Everything alright?” “Yeah, I just wanted to get someplace where I could really have a conversation with you, that’s all. How's your day progressing.” “Great,” I replied, “I got the rug and it's already noon. The day is practically half over.” “Thanks for taking care of that. I really appreciate it.” “My pleasure. Listen, I have a question for you and if you don't feel like answering, I'll understand.” “Hank, I'll answer any question you want to ask me.” “Joan, when you and Maddy kissed last.