Chapter 4: Exposure in a taxi

Under exhaustion, I dared not see Garfield again for several days.On this day, I finally couldn't help it, so I called her again and asked her to see me at the library the next day.

When I walked into the library, she was sitting next to the table and chatting with a few young people.

I kept walking towards her.

She raised her head, stared at me tightly, and then hurriedly lowered her eyebrows.

The three young men sitting with her seemed to notice something, and they looked at me with suspicious eyes.

However, I did not show my enthusiasm for Garfield too much. I walked over without looking at me when I passed by her.

Although she was so intimate with those young people, I was not jealous or worried (to be honest, there was no such thing as a lie, but it was just a little bit myself), because I asked her to dress up now.

At this moment, she was wearing a mini-short fold skirt, not a bra, but only a pure silk coat. Her pointed nipples were pointedly pressed against her shirt, and it was clearly visible through a layer of clothes that she was dressed in such a sexy and charming.

With every move, the pure silk dress on her body was pressed tightly against her delicate body as she moved. At first glance, there was no difference between her and not wearing any clothes.

At that time, I told her that she had to wear high heels and that she could not wear underwear in the folded skirt.

I believe that the three young men were chatting with her that the part of their body had already been straightened.

I walked to the empty table behind her and sat down, looking at her quietly.

From here, I could see her squirming her body while dealing with the three young people. It seemed that she was looking for me.

But the young men did not notice this and just stared at her with their eyes tightly. When her eyes touched their lustful gaze, they hurriedly moved their heads away.

I smiled secretly, took out a few pieces of paper, pretending to be reading and taking notes.At this moment, I heard someone saying in my ear: Hello, are you still interested in walking down the elevator?

I looked up and it was her!

That beautiful girl with red hair!

She was standing on my left, and she smiled slightly.

When she saw me turning my gaze to her, she quickly blocked her face with the book and pretended to be reading the book.

She wore a leather mini skirt, long boots, and a scarf around her neck, looking mature and sexy.

Turning his eyes off her, I saw Garfield trying to escape from the encirclement of the three young men, as each of them stared at her without any scruples, staring at her two pointed nipples that held her clothes.

I stood up and walked behind the red-haired girl.

I remember I told you that if you plan to suffer a loss, you might as well come to the library to find me. Now that you are here, are you mentally prepared?

She turned around and looked at me and said: What made you think this way?

Her eyes were big and bright, and her round face was as red as a ripe apple.

Every woman is like this, gentle and artificial!I think.

What are you going to do now?I looked at her quietly for a while before asking her: Are you ready to go out?

She looked at me and swallowed hard. I knew that she was panicking, but she wanted to pretend not to care.

Or, you have to go to class, or, you have anything important to do, right?I gave her a step, but my eyes never left Garfield, who was surrounded by three boys. I dare not show excessive enthusiasm for this red-haired girl. I know that if one is not handled well, I will most likely lose Garfield's beauty.

If that were the case, no matter what I was going to do, I would not be able to make up for my fault.

So, I dare not be greedy, I just want to take advantage of myself verbally.

Since you made this suggestion, what am I afraid of?She barely calmed herself down, but she couldn't stop her stuttering.

I think we can go out in the future, drink something, and do something, but you have to know that I just want to take a look, but I just want to take a look.

Her words were incoherent: I want to apologize to you for what happened last time in the elevator. It was indeed a bit too much for me to say that, but now are you really going to invite me out for a drink?

Finally, her speech was already much more natural. While looking at her, I smiled slightly and said: I didn’t expect that you did a good job of calming skills and your tone was calm very quickly, right?

Actually, at this time, I really couldn't help but invite her to the cafe outside, but I was afraid that you would let Garfield discover it.

Although I couldn't bear to let it go, I still had to say: I'm very busy now, let's just say another day, I'll invite you to drink enough.

After saying that, I didn't dare to look at her anymore, stood up and prepared to walk out.

When I left my seat and turned out, Garfield had already walked to the library's catalog list and was reading the catalog of the book, but her eyes didn't care about the catalog at all. Her eyes were just using this to hide it, and were looking for me.

When she found me, she hurriedly looked away.

I stood there and wrote a few words on a piece of paper: Five minutes later, you go to the street outside.I'll call a taxi and the building in front will be waiting for you.Then you keep walking, walk to that car, and get in the car by yourself.

After writing, I folded the notes and walked towards the catalogue, standing next to Garfield, pretending to read the catalogue of the books as well.

Through the catalog list, my eyes looked at her unscrupulously. She seemed to ignore my existence, just tilting her body, and looking at the catalog with all her concentration.

As her body moved, her silky clothes slid outwards. Her breasts, which were not wearing bras, appeared in my sight from time to time.

I didn't care about her, just quietly enjoying the pleasure of peeping.

I didn't leave quietly until she walked to the other side. As I left, I quietly placed the small note where she could see it.

I turned around and left quietly.

Walking from the library to outside, I only walked to the block not far from the school and it was easy to find a taxi.

The person driving was a Pakistani who exuded a strong body odor all over his body.

I told him that I had to buy something, and I asked him to drive the car in front and park there and wait for me.

Maybe a few minutes later, Garfield hurriedly walked out of it in a long raincoat.

Ridiculously, it’s not raining at all!

At first glance, she was wearing those pair of high heels that were both knees, and her legs looked particularly beautiful. The snow-white leg muscles exposed under her folded skirt always made people feel a desire to peek inside.

She walked flutteringly, her head of dark and oily hair shining in the bright sunlight.

She approached the taxi, leaned her body first, looked in, then opened the door and got in.

I sat with my back to the driver, and she had to sit opposite me.

I know that the driver could clearly see her every move from the rearview mirror of the car.

I wrote the place I was going on on a note, handed it to the driver, and turned around and said to her: It's not a rainy day, but you are wearing a raincoat, which is inappropriate and inappropriate.You will be punished for this.When you go out, you can only wear what I ask you to wear, not more than one piece, not less than one piece. In addition, after getting in the car, you sit down next to me and you will be punished more severely.You have to remember that as a sex slave, you need to learn to expose as much as possible and to expose your body a little more in public places.Unless you receive my order.Now I order you to take off your raincoat.

After hearing what I said, Garfield immediately stood up and took off her raincoat, revealing her plump arms and shoulders.

Since the seat of the taxi was rubbery and had already been stained with a lot of dust, I asked her to say: Put the raincoat under you, but you have to pull your skirt up to your waist, and then spread your legs.

After hearing my order, she put the raincoat under her butt, then pulled the short skirt on her body that could not be shorter to her waist, and spread her legs.

I slid from the seat and sat down beside her.

At this time, I subconsciously looked into the mirror and saw that the driver, who seemed to have never shaved and had a messy face, was secretly looking at us from the backward mirror.

We looked at each other in the back mirror for a while, and finally, he gave in and his two erotic eyes were paying attention to the situation on the road again.

In fact, I didn't care whether the Pakistani would peep again. My hand was already pressed against Garfield's waist and touched her soft and slender waist. When I touched her chest, my hand was unwilling to leave. Through the thin silk clothes, my fingers began to pinch her little nipples.

Now, I'm going to loosen your buttons and put your hands behind you.

She listened to me and did so silently.

My right hand squeezed her nipples, but my left hand stretched over and unbuttoned the buttons of her top one by one.

Her breathing was getting heavier, her two small nipples were raised in her shirt like a piece of black pencil, and my hands slowly increased their strength.

I secretly looked at the taxi driver, and saw his eyes staring at the back mirror again, two crazy gazes staring at my button-skinned hands and Garfield's high-profile chest.

At this moment, a car in front of him made an emergency horn sound. He was shocked and quickly pulled up the emergency brake.

In an instant, the squeaking sounds made by the car, the curses of others and the screams of pedestrians were heard.

However, I didn't care about them. I grabbed Garfield's shirt with both hands and pulled it out. I saw my breasts bounce. As the bouncing moved, her big pink and white breasts were completely exposed.

Good guy, those two small nipples stood pointedly, like two ripe cherries, standing upright on her two balls of pink breasts like a demonstration.

Always ready to welcome the man's swallowing, licking, pinching and mateing.

My hand wrapped around her waist and slowly slid down. In just a while, I had touched her secret place. Her butt was moving slightly. As she moved, I inserted my finger into her secret hole.

She began to moan.

Just as the driver was careful that Yiyi was turning on the computer, I had already started to twitch in her secret hole with my fingers.

Finally, under the cold sweat of the whole forehead, the Pakistani driver was able to control the car.

As soon as the car turned on track, his heart could no longer bear the attraction of the car. He was distracted again and couldn't wait to secretly turn his eyes to the rear mirror.

Who knew that just by looking at this, he couldn't help but tremble: from the back mirror, he clearly saw Garfield, a Japanese-American woman with black hair, phoenix eyes, strong and huge breasts, and two snow-white and slender legs. She was naked, with her legs wide open, and she sat motionless in the back compartment.

He also saw that in the lower body of the young and beautiful girl, my hand had reached between her legs. At a glance, I was fucking her little pussy with my fingers. The other hand, I pressed hard against the beautiful and firm breasts in front of him without any scruples, and my fingers tightly clamped her nipples and twisted them hard.

When I slowly thrust my fingers and penetrated deeper into her wet and tight little pussy, she unknowingly twisted her wide and beautiful buttocks, and her head couldn't help but swayed from side to side, sometimes making a breathing and sometimes making an uncontrollable scream.

Amid her scream, I touched her one of the breasts, pinched the pointed little cherry hard, and kept pulling it up.

While pulling, I attached it to her ear and said: Please fuck you, when you beg me, your voice must be heard by the taxi driver.

After saying that, I clamped her nipples with my thumb and index finger, slowly pressed them tightly, and then rubbed them, while pulling them out.

Ouch.No, I feel in pain.Please let me go.I am a prostitute, a slutty prostitute, your prostitute, your sex slave. Now please fuck me, just fuck me hard in this taxi, I'll fuck me half to death.She said half moaning and half gasping.

Please, I will force me to have a blowjob for you, abuse my little slut, and fuck my little asshole.

Her voice was not very high, and she was still struggling while saying that, hoping to escape the pain of her nipples being twisted.

Fuck me, just fuck me here!

At this time, I had already heard the driver swallowing hard, and his breathing was gradually becoming heavy.

At this moment, the road began to get messy again, with horns, clamors and screams, and our cars braked and turned again. The screams of emergency brakes oozed into the noise, and the streets became a gang.

Oh, this is very lively.

We first slid out, and then we heard a sound of a thud, and I rushed forward like the driver. Although this was not enough to cause serious damage to our bodies, it was enough to stop me from scrupulously.

No, it was a car crash!My first reaction told me: We have to get off the car!

The driver calmed down and muttered constantly while wiping cold sweat, cursing: If you want to really play with such a stupid pussy, why don’t you find a good place to play with?

I opened the car door and dragged Garfield out of the car. Garfield didn't expect me to do this at all. I didn't have time to sort out my clothes and just busy picking up her raincoat from the car. In this way, her breasts were completely open, her big breasts were completely exposed, and I staggered out of the taxi.

As she stepped on the street, her two pink breasts kept shaking. For a moment, everyone on the street looked at her breasts and laughed loudly. Some people stared at the two red cherries that had already stood pointedly, and kept whistling in their mouths. The taxi machine was still cursing in their Pakistani dialect in the car.

I ignored the reaction of the pedestrian, just held her arm tightly, pulled her to the side of the road, and then held the raincoat from her hand, and said to her: Look, how many people are fascinated by your breasts?That's it, you go to that corner while buttoning.

She looked at me for a while, opened her mouth and was about to speak, but in the end she just lowered her head and looked straight to the ground, pulling her shirt aside and walking towards the place I designated.

She was walking while she was busy buttoning her shirt.

The taxi driver looked at our crazy appearance and cursed constantly. Suddenly he remembered that I had not paid the fare yet, so he hurriedly pushed open the car door and shouted loudly while chasing us quickly behind.

However, after only two steps, he stopped. The other driver was grabbing his collar and stood in front of him with a fierce look. His fists kept waving in front of him, as if he was cursing something in his mouth.

You can work hard, brother!I waved at him, turned around, and chased Garfield.