“You’re quite a treat as an Uber driver, normally I just get guys from Ghana in their repainted Prius taxis!” I again smiled back at him and he ...again looked straight at my tits. I had a small laugh and looked at the Uber app now telling me his destination.I looked at him through the rear-view mirror and said, “So we’re off to the McMenamins Anderson School Hotel, I love that place!”He replied back, “Yeah I’ve never been. I’m here for a conference there. You should join me and give me a tour.”I. I screamed in pleasure as he stabbed his tongue into my virgin hole. Ohhh. It feels so good. I said in a daze. He pushed two fingers into me and I winced in pain. He kept finger fucking me like that his tongue teasing my clit. I was on the verge of cumming, this was so much better than my tiny fingers. Ahhh Im gonna…ahh. He growled, stopping what he was doing. He spread my legs wider. He took one of my hands and made me spread my dripping pussy for him. I want you to know my name, he said. .. or something."Antoine smiled. Her words, her gestures, her every move was suggestive of sex, and had been since the first day she had walked into this house on the arm of Uncle Gaston better than a year ago, replacing his former mistress. Her capacity had been obvious, her duties nil... except to cater to the master's personal and private needs... whatever they might be. Antoine only knew that he didn't blame his Uncle; after all, he was human and Aunt Yolande had been ill for at least a. He spotted the gaggle of four uniformed sleeper car stewards pass through the ticket barrier. They peeled off to open up their respective carriages and within five minutes Maurice had been escorted to Suite 3. After surrendering his passport, he asked the steward to give him a call at 6.45a.m. with a pot of Earl Grey tea.Having unpacked his overnight things, Maurice strolled down to the dining car and managed to secure a small two-seater table in a quiet corner, well away from an excitable.