Scenario 1

Location.
Isolated Lincs Rd, car is broken down.
Film of car in dark.
Inside car woman & man.
Another car comes along & stops to help.
Woman & man get in new car.
Full sex follows.
How many in 2nd car ?
Lesbian, Bi Sexual, Men and action.

Now....who was driving that 2nd car ?
And who wants to volunteer as the 1st car & occupants ?

Photos & Filming to be done now as proofs and initial locations 'researched'. he he

Scenario 2
City dealer, drives to Hove...actually... home late at night. Nice company car, 3am...should do 100mph M23.
Driving just other side of Brixton, sees lady side of rd. Pulls in.
Blowjob, spunk all over her face.
Hell of a days work, work late, get pissed, get a blowjob,drive home to wife.
Great life

Scenario 3
Same City InterDealer brokerage. 18hr dealing. Monday to Friday. £15Bn turnover a day !
Its a hot summer weekend in Finsbury Park.
Systems are playing up. Back Office System Sytems Analyst is working Sunday, in plush offices. Working on a software problem in the telex routing sub-system.
Head of Settlements beautiful fit 23yr old Aussie girl. Has been playing tennis in nearby private Finsbury Square courts, is all sweaty and wet. Her long hair cascading down her face. From under her coy slighty tilted head "Hi", she says"
I am under Duncan Waite's desk.
"Hi Sharon"...as I emerge on my back under his seat she is now astride..looking right up her legs to her lovely pussy.
"When will the systems be ok", she panted. "Soon", I replied, thinking "Wow, never realised how fit she was".
She runs off giggling. "I'll show ya real tease" as she scampered out of the systems dept.
So impatient, I think. Typical woman, but hot. Corrrrr.

I stood up. Went to the Ops room, yup all machines up running. VMS cluster up & running all 4 boxes purring.
All looking OK.
I go back. "Sharon, it's all OK. It will now take an hour to reprocess all the data. We can't do anything until then. I'll grab us some cold beers"
"Bring them in here", she invites. I walk into the settlements head's office.
She is lying back on a desk, legs spread, tennis gear on, tennis racket in hand, playing with her pussy with it.
"I need a real cock", she cried, "This racket is too rough for what I want. I have always fancied some fun with you. The way your fingers dance over the keyboard, let me feel them dance on my body".

I walked over to her, she moved to a small filing cabinet, her long brown tanned legs, dangling over the edge, legs apart. One hand tugging at her knickers, squeezing her soft mound.
The other releasing her breasts, wonderful 36C, with big erect nipples.

"Oh yes" I cried as I grasped her head and embraced her full on. Our tongues twirling in delight.