The drive

"His hands escaped under my dress this time finding the crotch area. I drew a sharp breath. Is he going to do this in the car? We have a driver with us. He is focusing on driving . But if he looks in the mirror he could catch us easily. My face betrayed everything I was trying to hide.

"Babe are you OK?", he whispered in my ears. He pressed his fingers inside my panties. I released a small sigh. He found my clit and started massaging gently. My grip on his thighs tightened. I don't care about the fact that we are on the road in his car with a driver. I wanted to get a release desparately. I squirmed when entered his long finger inside me. But his face was the epitome of calmness like he was reading a newspaper or strolling in the garden.