"No problem.  My work shop is right here."  Vladsti beamed in victory, hardly believing she had been so easy to seduce.  His dick was still hard, firm, eager to be inside of her.  Taking a handful of her full breasts, he gave them a soft squeeze.  "Just a short walk, and i'll have you moaning like a bitch in heat."  Pushing up her head from his lap, he zipped it up, although it strained against the fabric, eager to be free once more.  The area they were seemed to be an old industry district, although seemingly long abandoned, very few people walked the streets, and most of the buildings were boarded up.  The building they had stopped in front of appeared to be an old garage, with stripped white paint.  Pressing a button on the dashboard, one of the garage doors opened up, and he drove in, only closing it once they were inside.<br/><br/>The inside of the shop was decidedly different.  While mechanic tools were strewn about, on the work table rather high tech looking hardware and a computer were set up, on a shelf.  In the far corner there appeared to be some sort of cot, along with another work bench, without anything on it.  Getting out of the Runner, he waited for her to get out, only wondering where he wanted to fuck her at this point.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>