did you like that?

Paul looked over and saw Valerie wincing as she attempted to buckle her seatbelt, leaning from side to side, sore from her punishment.

"Don't bother," he said, grabbing her hand before she could secure the latch, then he watched her eyes widen as he unzipped his pants and pulled out his cock.

"But- but-" she began, biting her lips, but when Paul looked over, she turned away, looking down.

"But what?" Paul asked, and she shook her head.

"Nothing, sir," she replied, leaning over the center console and grabbing his cock, opening her mouth and sucking him off as he put the car in reverse and they left the garage.

Driving it was a dream, but having Valerie Mansfield next to him, happily sucking him off, humming as she slurped and sucked on his hard dick, was heaven. Paul wondered to himself how far he could take it, how long she would last, what all she would let him do, but his thoughts were interrupted when she pulled his dick out of her mouth and looked up at him.

"What's wrong, pet?" Paul asked, lifting her dress and rubbing her bare ass, her smooth skin.

"Where are we going, sir?" Valerie asked, rubbing her face against his arm, gasping as Paul squeezed her sore ass.

"We're going to get some toys for you and me," Paul replied.

"Do you want me to pay for them, sir?" Valerie asked, and Paul nodded. "Well can we stop by an ATM? Roger might be concerned if he sees a purchase from a sex shop."

Valerie had a point, and Paul knew it. But thinking about it, he had an even better idea.

"Sure, which bank do you use?" He asked.

"First City," she told him, and he smiled, there was a branch about a mile away. "There's an ATM right-"

"Get back on that cock," Paul interrupted her, and she glared at him, then sighed, nodding as she bent back down, opening her mouth obediently and shoving his dick down her throat once more.

They drove for another moment or two before Paul pulled up to the drive through. There was a few options, either an ATM at the end, a couple drive thrus with pneumatic tubes, or a window where you could deal with someone directly. Paul, naturally, got in line for the window.

"Get up, you're going to have to lean over me to make a deduction," he told her, and she nodded, sitting up and grabbing her card as he stuffed his cock away.

Finally, it was their turn, and Paul lowered the tinted window as they pulled up.

"Hi, how may I help you?" The teller, a young man, asked, and Valerie blushed, leaning over across Paul's lap so she could be face to face with him.

"Um, hi, I need to make a withdrawal.," she told him, handing off her card, but as she ran it, she could feel Paul's hand rubbing her legs, groping her flesh and finally reaching her pussy, rubbing and playing with her.

"Oh!" She bounced.

"What was that?" The teller asked, and she blushed.

"Nothing," she replied, smiling, but she couldn't ignore Paul's fingers, slowly pressing against her wet little hole, pushing inside of her slowly, her juices flowing, her body practically betraying her as it accepted him with ease.

"Hello? Ma'am?" The teller was practically waving at her, and she looked up at him, blushing.

"What?" She asked, flustered.

"I said put in your pin number on the keypad," he responded, slightly annoyed, and she nodded.

"Thank you," the man sighed, "How much then?"

"Uh, three hundred," she said, lifting her ass and spreading her legs as Paul penetrated her, thrusting in and out, in and out, pressing against her ass, her juices dripping down her legs as she closed her eyes and tried to keep from moaning audibly.

"Ma'am?" The teller called to her, and she stared up at him, her jaw dropped.

"I'm sorry, what?" She asked, and he rolled his eyes.

"Savings or checkings?" He repeated himself, and she smiled.

"Oh, checkings!" She giggled, and the man turned away.

"Please, Sir," she begged, whispering to Paul. "Please don't, I'm going to- I'm going to-"

The teller returned and began counting her money right as the climax hit her. She bit her lip, trying her best to hide it, squealing quietly as she pushed her body back against Paul's touch.

"There you go, is there anything I can help you with?" He asked, eying her suspiciously.

"No! Thank you!" Valerie smiled, taking the cash and sitting back down as Paul drove off.

"Oh my god!" She giggled, shaking her head. "Wow!"

"Ha, did you like that?" Paul asked, and she nodded eagerly.

"I've never felt so exposed! Fuck!"

Paul drove along, heading to the sex shop down the road.

"You know I've never seen you being so nice to anyone, and that teller was being pretty short with you," he said, thinking out loud.

"Well, yeah, but I wanted, I mean, I have to be on my best behavior for you, don't I? Sir?" She blushed, grabbing his hand and wrapping both her hands around it.

"Yes, you do." Paul replied flatly as they pulled up into the parking lot.

"Let's go," he said, getting out of her car.

They were the only ones inside, and Paul grabbed a basket, which didn't take long to fill: ropes, cuffs, a whip, a paddle, plugs, dildos, an anal hook, all the while Valerie followed him around, blushing, eyes widening at everything he pulled off the wall.

"Um, sir," she asked meekly.

"Yes?"

"Can we buy something for you to, um, play with me too? Not just punish?" She asked, blushing profusely, and Paul smiled.

"What did you have in mind?" He asked, and her eyes lit up, walking over to the vibrator section, pulling out a large, expensive double pronged vibrating dildo as well as a Hitachi wand.

"For when I'm being good?" She asked, and Paul nodded, watching her smile grow as she tossed it in the basket.

"Of course," Paul told her, and together they walked up to the front of the store.