More From Julia I realized that there was no point in arguing with Master, and that I also would have to do exactly as he had instructed me to do.More From Julia I realized that there was no point in arguing with Master, and that I also would have to do exactly as he had instructed me to do. I was in enough trouble already, I surely didn't need more. By the time I opened the door of the car the little white bikini bottom was soaked with my juice, simply from the anticipation of what I was about to do. Master liked my car and the leather seats and enjoyed making me wet before I sat on them. The leather was much slower to soak up my cunt juice than fabric seats would have been, and it was much slower about releasing the fragrance that accompanied the copious quantities of fuck that oozed from my hole. Once after we had taken an especially long drive together and he had fingered me to numerous orgasms he made me take the car to a mechanic with a complaint about the dashboard coming loose. I think he may have even loosened some of the bolts or something, but he mainly just wanted the mechanic to work inside the car for a while and smell the cunt juice that had been soaked up by the seats. |