Fender Bender

"Please no, can't we work this out ourselves? I promise I will pay to get your car fixed. Just don't call the police."

He had quit laughing and was looking me up and down, "I think my car is the least of your problems, I smell alcohol on your breath. Plus I have a feeling Curt will go ballistic if the police calls him and tells him you have wrecked his mustang while driving drunk."

Oh God I was not even thinking of Curt. "Please Mr. James I will do anything, lets just work it out without the police."

"You will do anything?"

I nodded without thinking, "Yes anything just don't tell Curt of call the police."

Smiling, Mr. James told his wife to get into the mustang and to follow us home. She asked him what he was up to but he ordered her to just do as she was told.

He led me to the passenger side of the SUV and opened the door and told me to get in. He went around and got behind the wheel. Mr. James reached over and pulled the seatbelt down, buckling me in. As he did he put a hand on my thigh, he slowly worked it up until he felt the edge of my panties.

"I was hoping you were wearing stockings, but pantyhose can be sexy also."

I was still shaking in fear because I had no idea what I was going to have to do to get out of this. His comment sent another shiver up my spine and made me blush.

It was just a few minute until we pulled into the driveway at The James's Home, It was a huge, very expensive home with a four car garage. After he had parked the car he got out and motioned for his wife to pull the car into the spot beside the SUV.

He told his wife to take me inside and that he would be inside in a minute. Mrs. James took me by the arm and said "come on honey."

Mrs. James is a very pretty older woman, they are both in their mid 40's. She looked to be around 5'5" she was not fat but had nice curves and 36D breasts, and had long brown hair. She was wearing a very sexy expensive dress. It was green and the hem came to mid thigh.