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I told Ryan that I only wanted an old bike but he insisted on getting a new one from the internet and he spent the next couple of days looking on the internet for the ‘right’ one. I just left him to it. Neither of us told anyone at work about the car, and the following Saturday we went to the dealership to see the man that I’d met in London. Fortunately he was there and gave us a big welcome. He ushered us into his office and as he was going through all the options that we could choose from, Ryan nudged me and pointed to a big framed photograph on the wall. I blushed when I saw that it was one of the ones taken at the hotel in London. There I was, all naked with the man sat in front of us, and the old Japanese guy. What’s more I could easily make out my chains, and the diamond between my legs. I suddenly realised why some of the staff were staring at us when we walked in; they’d all seen the photo of me naked. I was feeling a little warm and wet as we finished making our choice and I naively thought that we could just get into our new car and get the hell out of there. I wasn’t too happy when the man told us that they’d have to get the car from another branch, that there was a lot of paperwork to sort out, and that they wanted to make a big thing of handing it over to me. The killer came when he said that he’d like me to be dressed the same way as I was in that room in London. Of course Ryan agreed without us even discussing it and we left for home with me in a bit of a panic. There was no way that I wanted to be naked in that damn car showroom with lots of people watching; gagging although the thought of sprawling naked over the bonnet of the car did appeal to me – not that I’d tell Ryan. All the next week I kept asking Ryan to phone them and get them to deliver the car to us. Every time that I thought about tit fuck it my heart would start racing and for some strange reason I would get wet and all tingly. The Saturday came and Ryan helped me put my jewellery in. I wanted to leave the vibe at home but Ryan insisted that I be exactly like I was in London; except that he told me to wear heels and comb my hair. At least he let me wear a dress to go tittyfucking there. As we left home Ryan pressed the diamond saying that I needed something to calm my nerves. The vibe did help my nervous; by the time we arrived the purring had relaxed me; I was feeling quite good when the man came and shook my hand. “Okay,” he said, “I’ve arranged for the press to be here at eleven o’clock and some of the regional managers are over by the car waiting. I hope that you don’t mind but all the staff would like to be photographed with you. Would you like to come to my office and have a coffee and get changed while you wait for everyone to arrive?” As we walked to hooker his office I looked over to the end of the showroom and saw oral about 5 or 6 men in suits standing around talking. In spite of my AF being around 2 or 3 I was getting nervous again. In a few minutes I’d have to walk over there, stark naked, and pose for loads of photographs. We drank our coffee in silence then Ryan held my hand indicating that it was time to get naked. I slowly stood up and Ryan unzipped my dress. I just stood there as the dress fell to the floor and I robotically stepped out of it and looked at Ryan with a pleading look on my face. “Relax TT,” Ryan said, “Imaging that you’re at home with just me there and that all these people are Mr. Perv across the road.” We left the office and walked with the man over to the small crowd that was waiting by the car. I was in a bit of a numb trance as the man told me where to stand and then I heard him formally thank me for what I did. Then someone else took his place and started talking. I may never let him go.” Becky texted. The V neck was joined in the front by a gold chain that held the top together. It stops a couple inches above my knees, showing off my freshly shaved legs. I asked her a few of times if she tit fuck was sure she wanted to continue. “Because we're both just as big a perv as you are. "OHHH... “Me too!” she said in a chipper manner. A couple more gagging seconds of power and you would have been completely spitted and not able to talk.” It didn't take me long to recover, and once I did, I oral sat up on the sofa and signaled Jeremy to move closer. Her big boobs press up against my flat chest. “Thank you,” she whispers. Mistress and servant rolled together on their comfortable hooker bed, their hands and tongues exploring one another as if it was their first time. “I don’t know, babe. She straddled her body across mine and leaned in for a kiss. Archiving and reposting of this story is permitted, but only if acknowledgment of copyright and statement of limitation of use is included with the article. By now, the people around them tittyfucking were staring at the growing commotion. He then proceeded to give me 20 strokes. We remembered how awkward our first time was. "Sure . What do you have?" It was much nicer just letting my morning wood stand tall when I first got up. Amaqjuaq did not tell me any of this.” It's only been a week. I get up and see who it is. Surprisingly it is Dr. Ronda. I don’t feel like dressing and putting on makeup” she said, with a twinkle in her eye. He sex tingled with the need of attention. After a few minutes of kissing and touching and teasing, I slid both my hands down her sides to the top of her bikini bottoms. He had never made any profession of total innocence in that terrible eventuality, but from the evidence of his heart over four years, she knew that it couldn’t have been all his fault at all. “First what did you mean you and Nicole are partners?, partners in what!”, I asked her.