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I put my finger to my mouth telling you to be quiet, and you just nod in agreement. When you do, I jam two fingers into your pussy and watch your eyes go wide in the darkness. I feel your hips grind into me, tiny little quivering on my hand as we ride back to the hotel. Suddenly, I turn my attention forward.

"Hey Donovan," I say, and feel hour hand latch onto mine, your nails digging into my wrist, unsure of whether in ecstasy or fear of being caught.

"Yeah, man?" He says, unaware that I've begun slowly finger fucking you in the backseat darkness.

"Lynn was telling me about some things she was thinking we should do at the bar, and you ought to hear some of them," I say. "She has some good ideas."

His eyes look to yours in the rearview mirror. "Oh, yeah?" He asks, watching you. "Like what?" I turn to see what will happen as I keep my fingers buried inside your sweet pussy and encourage you to tell him more.
 
I was swearing at you mentally. "Well, we're a bar on a college campus, right?" I say, knowing I sound like a complete idiot. I was blaming this on the fact your fingers were buried deep in my pussy and finger fucking me. I was like putty in your hands right now. "For special occasions- the holidays, last day of finals, that sort of thing- we could hire some. . . exotic dancers," I say. It sounds kind of lame, but it was the best I could come up with on short notice. "It'd be a great way to bring in revenue and attract more people."
 
"We don't have that kind of license," Donovan says, looking perplexed.

"I told her that too," I say, pressing my fingers deeper, but firmly doing so. "But she suggested she and Sheila and Riley might be able to put together something sexy that the customers would enjoy," I smile at Donovan so that he knows I'm kidding, and drawing his eyes from your face while I curl my fingers into my little girl.
 
I shiver and let out a soft moan, still trying to remain quiet. I could feel my body quivering. I relax against you and softly close my eyes.
 
I slowly curl you next to me as Donovan returns his focus to the road. I play with you more, in the darkness, hearing your breath in my ear and enjoying you squirming your hips. My free hand points at the hand in your pants, and then goes to touch your lips, I say, hinting at what I am about to do, enjoying how far I can take you in a car full of people.
 
I slide my fingers out of you and kiss you before slowly slipping one of them to your lips, looking at you expectantly.
 
I take one of your fingers into my mouth and gently suck it clean before doing the next one, my tongue cleaning up everything.
 
I smile broadly, proud of my baby, and lean in kissing you. Noticing how quiet we have been, Donovan looks into the rearview mirror. "What are you two doing back there Lynn! Hands where I can see them!" I start to laugh at the irony.
 
I just squeeze you to me and bite your ear. "But when we get back, it'll be a different story," I say to nobody in particular as we both laugh like children.
 
I laugh and giggle, snuggling into you with happiness. I subtly grind on your pants, feeling the familiar tent in them and smiling.
 
The rest of the ride is uneventful, and we get on the elevator ahead of Don and Stacy, who still need to check in. I pull you close in the elevator and kiss you once more. I think how glad I am that you're with me and how attracted I am to you. I'm amazed that you just happened into my bar a few weeks ago, and how crazy you make me. "I want to play rough with you tonight," I tease, biting your neck maybe a bit harder than I should.
 
"Sounds good to me," I tease back, gasping softly at the bite. I can't believe the turn of events ever since I walked into your bar that night, how crazy you are about me and how crazy I am about you, and how extremely happy I am.
 
We step through the door of the room and it begins. I slap your ass hard. "Go put on something cute that makes me want to fuck you in it." I say, taking a particularly stern tone and heading to the minibar to prepare myself a bourbon.
 
I giggle and squeal when you slap my ass, and walk over to my bags. Undressing, I choose a soft flannel shirt, the buttons undone to show off my skin and breasts, encased in a cute bra, and the pair of boy shorts you bought me. I brush my hair back into a messy ponytail and come out to find you mixing a bourbon.
 
I look up and get a kind of dark smirk on my face. "Come over here," I say, stepping into the large living area over looking the windy cityscape below.
 
I sit my drink on the mahogany table nearby and instantly grab your ponytail hard, pulling back to raise your neck to me, kissing it, then kissing your lips. I pull away slowly, savoring you. "On your knees little girl."
 
I grab my drink and look down upon you. "You know what good little girls are supposed to do," I say, taking a sip. "Get to doing it."
 
I undo your pants and take out your cock and begin licking it up and down, moaning softly as I take you in my mouth.
 
I look down on you, enjoying this beautiful creature fulfilling my needs as much as the feel of her lips and tongue around me. You feel a hand lace into your hair at the top of your head. "That's it baby, take me."
 
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