On the west side of
Downshire is Eastchapel, a quiet medieval village living in the shadow of its
noisy neighbour, the Industrial powerhouse of Northchapel and its where Mike Oliver and his
fuck buddy local vet Sue Mazzone lived.
On Thursday morning Mike Oliver had his
case packed for a business trip and at 9 o’clock his lift to the airport
arrived, he picked up his bags and opened the door to find, not a taxi driver,
but Sue Mazzone.
“Taxi for Oliver” she said
“What’s going on?” he asked “I was expecting a cab”
“You got lucky” she replied “you’ve got me instead”
“Ok then lead on” he said and closed the door behind him, and as she
drove off the drive he said
“This is very kind, I owe you”
“Oh, I know” she replied, “The usual payment terms will be applied”
Five minutes later she pulled off the road and into a secluded layby.
“What are you doing?” he asked
“I need a little on account” she replied as she unzipped his fly
“We don’t have time for that” he said
“There’s always time for cock” she insisted and then he was in her
mouth.
Five minutes after he pulled out of her juicy cunny the car pulled out
of the layby and he smiled when he looked down at the growing patch of wet
between her legs.
When they pulled up at the Airport drop off, he kissed her and said,
“Thanks for the lift and your delightful payment terms”
“I’ll pick you up on Sunday and you can fuck me again on the way home”
she replied lustily
“Deal”
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