“Shall we?” he asked, putting out his hand. She took it and he lead her outside. She blinked, it had been a year since she’d been out in the sun. He took her to one of several luxury cars he had in his enormous garage.
Once on the road, he took the wheel with one hand. The other was too busy with her.
He ran his right hand up and down her legs, massaging her thighs. His hand reached up to her outer lips and he sighed, she was soaked and had no panties. She spread her legs a bit farther. His fingers caressed the folds of her labia, and she closed her eyes and moaned.
They turned into the parking lot of some fancy restaurant with a French name Claire couldn’t read. She didn’t care, this was time with the Master.
Before opening his door, he ran his fingers up her pussy, touching her clit. She moaned. Then he opened the door and, like the gentleman she was starting to really see, opened her door and took her arm. Escorting her to the entrance. He opened the door from her, and as she stepped in front of him, his laid a hand on her ass.
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