"Go lie down on the backseat, Elyse."

“Go lie down on the backseat, Elyse,” he said, petting her head.

She shivered all over suddenly, as she knew what was coming. But, she easily complied. Sliding off Mr. Brady, she climbed over their seat and settled comfortably onto the backseat. She found herself twisted like a corkscrew with her knees folded up slightly against the seat while her torso faced toward the front. Turning over, Mr. Brady just smiled at the beauty.

Exiting the vehicle, he opened Elyse's door which freed up space for her legs and allowed her to dangle them off the seat. He then stood there looking down and smiling at the young girl. He relished the moment, and missed little, beholding her twinkly little toes dancing in those sandals; her well toned athletic legs; her little skirt riding up just enough to reveal a glimpse of her (Is she wearing pink?) panties; her smooth stomach, undisguised by the summer top; her heaving breasts, so full, so perfect; and that silly girly face of hers, unblemished, angelic, shadowed only slightly by glossy hair. If only this moment could last forever.

He leaned closer and placed a hand right over her left kneecap. “Do you feel comfortable, Elyse?”

“Yes, Mr. Brady. I feel really good right now.”

For once, Mr. Brady was determined to take control. “You must promise me, Elyse,” he prescribed, “You must promise to let me do what I'm about to do.”

This change of demeanor caught her off guard, but since he was the same person, and his smile looked awfully innocent, flight never once came to mind. She was prepared for anything, and if he wanted to cum inside of her, she would let him and she would not object. “Please,” she beseeched, “you have been so kind to me, Mr. Brady. I want to be all yours today. I want to be your little dream girl. I don't know why it was so difficult for me to decide earlier, but now I know what I want. Whatever you're about to do, you can. It's really okay.”

Mr. Brady stood there shaking his head, smiling. Then, he walked right out of view. “Stay right where you are, okay? I need to get something.”

She heard a door close, and assumed that he had left the garage. She didn't dare move, as she was comfortable (one slight move might mess that up) and plus: She knew she was in a perfect sexy position for him.

That he left so quickly worried her, though. Where did he go? What's he up to? She couldn't quite come to an answer, so she just laid there and waited.

After several long minutes (and several creaks of the garage ceiling) Mr. Brady finally returned with...