They leave the bar

Stands beside his chair, waiting patiently. Bob finishes his drink, then asks. ?Where is your car??

?I rode to work with my room mate today.? she says with a small grin

Bob stands, saying merely ?Come.? and makes his way to the exit and toward his car, motioning Jane to enter.

Once inside Bob hands Jane a clip board with several sheets of paper on it. ?I have listed as many ?activities? as I can think of. Beside them are 3 possible check marks, Always, sometimes, never. If you would fill this out, I will have a better idea of your limits.

Jane glances through some of them. ?If you don't mind, Master, I would prefer that you consider them all checked as always. I can use yellow as caution and red as stop for my limits.?

Nearly in shock, Bob backs out of his parking spot and makes his way down the street, pondering the significance of her reply and how to respond. ?Are you sure? Why do you feel you can safely say that to me?

Smiling, staring Bob straight in his eyes. ?I have read everyone one of your stories, some many times. You wrote very few things I would not attempt under the right circumstances. I think most people, when writing anonymously probably exceed what they will do in real life. That is one of the reasons I am comfortable consenting to be your ****. The other reason is that you act like a nice guy, someone I might be interested if I were looking for a ?normal? relationship.?

Frowning, almost disappointed ?So I am a nice guy huh? I suppose you mean like someone you would want your sister to date??

?I hope not. No, I mean like someone who will push his **** to the brink with pleasure, pain, humiliation, but able to slow down or stop when his **** uses the safe words. You don't know it, but I already owe you a lot of orgasm's. I can't count the number of times my room mate Sue and I have masturbated to your stories, and I fully intend to pay you back. Actually, Sue is a little bit jealous of my situation. She would like to meet you sometime, if you wish.?

Bob's mind races, trying to take in everything she has said, his mind so cluttered with possibilities he can't decide what to do next. What he is sure of is that his cock is about ready to explode and there is no reason that problem can't be taken care of right now. Bob moves his seat back from the steering wheel. ?Get on your hands and knees on the seat, then pull your dress up so this truck driver can easily see you. Finger yourself, slowly. Let him enjoy the view.? Bob then slows the car to match speed with the truck. Chuckling to himself as he sees the truck veer off when the driver nearly loses control. Moments later the air horn honks in appreciation and Bob speeds ahead finishing the pass.

Jane moans as she continues to finger herself, finally gasping ?May I cum Master??

?No.? Bob answers simply

?May I stop playing with myself??

?No.? Gawd, Bob thinks, this is HOT. Either way she is in trouble. If she cums, she has disobeyed me, if she stops playing with herself, she disobeys me too.

Whimpering and writhing she tries to slow down and hold back her ascending orgasm. ?Please.? she begs

?You may stop. Now unzip my pants and take my cock and balls out.? Bob orders, thinking he doesn't know how he will punish her anyway.

Bob exhales deeply as his cock is released, then shudders as she gently fingers his balls out. The pressure from his pants pushing his balls upward and tight in their sack, exciting him even more.

?Fuck my cock with your mouth until I cum. You will swallow every drop.?

Eagerly, lustily, Jane sucks and licks his cock until it is lubricated properly. Taking a deep breath, she plunges down on him, cupping and playing with his balls. Again and again she plunges, taking him deeper each time. Her nose buried in his lap, she begins constricting her throat, massaging the head of his cock deep inside her.

Nearly blind with ecstasy, Bob pulls off to the side of the road, then leans back to enjoy the best blow job of his life.

Seconds later, he releases into her, pumping his hips, filling her to over flowing with his seed.

Spent and nearly exhausted, Bob relaxes and tries to recuperate, his member slowly returning to normal.

?I am sorry Master, I couldn't hold it all. I will do better next time. Please let me clean you up.? she says as she licks all traces of cum from his cock and balls.

Unfreakingbelievable Bob thinks. The best blow job in my life and she apologizes, then she licks me clean. Surprised, Bob feels his cock begin to respond to her tongue and mouth.

?Oh, very nice Master!? she pants between licks, obviously enjoying his growing member.

?You may put it back now.? he says with some regret, pulling back on the freeway, pondering his next scene.