#50412 - I lowered her, supporting her by the arse-cheeks, onto the filthy garage floor, yanked her knees up to her chest, placing her feet on my own chest, shrugged my shorts down my thighs, and holding my not-yet-hard-enough dick for support, stroked the tip of it up and down her crack. Evidently confident in the knowledge that He was MUCH too nice a chap for there to be anything going on - I must have imagined it THEN my thought processes took up with what Gemma had said about her GORGEOUS sister Ellie … NOW - a) … what could I get the superior little bitch-madam to DO; b) … and to WHOM … and WHERE? c) … would she actually DO ANYTHING ? d) … could I actually REVERSE the damage I had already done to her reputation? I honestly didn’t give a shit if I could or not – if SHE thought I could – that was all that mattered! But I WOULD have to dream up some well-nigh-impossible challenge for her – wouldn’t I!?.