It was a test

Before she goes on however, you stop her. 'That was a test,' you tell her. 'And honestly, I didn't think you were gonna do it. But I'm impressed.'

She lets out a relieved sigh. 'Oh, thank god,' she says. 'I wasn't sure if you were really going to make me do that.' Suddenly, her face changes, as she realizes how cruel you were being. 'You asshole!' she says, as she slaps you on the chest.

'It's your own fault, Brooke,' you tell her, jokingly. 'You were trying to make me horny all morning. You know how much your cleavage turns me on.'

She smiles faintly, but quickly hides it. 'Maybe I was doing that a little bit. But that's no reason - '

'That's enough reason,' you cut her off. 'You would do anything I say, remember?'

'Yes, but - '

'Now, what time are you off?' you ask.

'In about two hours, why?'

'And Adam is at work too I presume?' She nods. 'And what time will he be home?'

'At six.'

'That will give us plenty of time. Give me your house key and address, I'll be waiting for you there.'

'What are you planning on doing?' Brooke asked, a little worried.

'You'll see,' you tell her. You hadn't planned out the specifics yet, except that you wanted to fuck her brains out more than anything. The actual **** would come later. Your erection needed to be sorted out first. 'But don't you worry. You'll get a good seeing to. Now, give me your key and address.'

'Hang on, they're in my purse,' she tells you, and wanders off behind the counter. You instinctively follow her, making sure she won't pull any tricks. As you stand behind her at the counter, she bends over to grab her purse, hidden in a corner behind the bar. In doing so, she inadvertently reveals some of her beautiful legs, and a hint of the blue striped panties she's wearing.

You can't help yourself, and firmly grab her luscious buttocks, baring it all for you to admire. She gets up quickly, her bag in hand, but you won't let go. And it doesn't seem like she wants you to. Casually, she continues looking for the keys and a pen in her purse, while you move your hands onto her panties; already soiled with her juices. You run your fingers along her womanhood, as she gasps pleasurably. Some of the customers look up at the sound they're hearing, but that doesn't stop you.

Instead, you pull aside her cute panties and admire her cute, little pussy and tight asshole. Brooke finally finds a pen and keys, and grabs a beer coaster to write her address on. You press your fingers against her swollen clitoris, while massaging her tight sphincter with your thumb. She moans as softly as she can, as to not alarm the patrons of the bar.

Unfortunately, an old man walks up to the bar, and tells you; 'I'm sorry to walk in on your... "thing" going on here, but me and my wife would like to order some more coffees?' He gives the both of you a kind smile. Brooke, like awakened from a trance, quickly pulls down her skirt and looks up at the man with her best customer service face.

'Of course, sir,' she tells him. 'I'll be with you in a second.'

As Brooke turns around, the old man gives you a smiley wink, and walks back to his table. She tells you seriously; 'I need to be working, you should leave.'

'Yes, when I get your key and address,' you tell her.

Begrudgingly, she hands them over. 'See you very soon,' you say and kiss her deeply on the lips. She looks very surprised at you after that, and you decide to just walk out, and let her savor the moment.

Once outside, you look at the coaster Brooke handed you. The address looks very recognizable, and you know exactly where to go. What route will you take though?