Not to be Sexist - Here's Lonnie Getting Serviced in the Limo

From 'Wild Card' by Madeline Moore.(Scroll down to buy the book!)

After checking in on Victoria (masturbating in her hotel suite) and Penny (playing strip poker with Chief Nobatu in his hotel room) we rejoin Ray and Lonnie in the limo:

London on a sunny day became a blur of colour. The limousine was moving faster now, at Lonnie's request, and the breeze lifted Lonnie's heavy hair and made it stream behind her like a black silk scarf. They were on the way to the Tower of London.
To her disappointment, she'd discovered that, standing on the bench-seat as Ray had done, her head barely cleared the opening in the roof. Ray'd fixed that by lifting her and settling her on his shoulders with his face nestled between her thighs. Her perch wasn't exactly precarious but it wasn't all that stable, either. For some, the awkwardness might have been detrimental to pleasure but for Lonnie it only added to it.
'Trust me,' Ray had said as he pulled her into position. He was strong and his big hands were very capable, so Lonnie did as she was told. His hands supported her by cupping her bottom and his lips and tongue were inches from her the bare flesh of her pussy. The way her legs were spread made even Lonnie feel exposed – which was just the way she liked it best.
Ray was running his tongue along her slit, just barely parting the lips, and he'd been doing just that for a few minutes now. It seemed from the languid way he was lapping at her that he was perfectly comfortable with her perch and in no hurry.
Lonnie waved to the pedestrians on the street, then hastily put her both hands back on the roof of the limo, for balance. The roof was warm to her touch and the sun was hot on her face, but the greatest heat was right at the sweet spot where Ray now lingered. He circled the dainty little bud with his tongue and then sucked it into his mouth.
For a moment Lonnie simply felt relief. At last he was focusing on her clit. But almost instantly his steady attention to it became unbearably intense.
Lonnie wriggled a little, trying to escape the direct assault on her pleasure centre. Ray relented. Instead, he entered her with his tongue. It was a much more subtle feeling, allowing Lonnie to focus for a moment on what was going on around her, rather than what was being done to her.
There was a lady walking an obese dog, and a couple kissing at top of the steps down to the Underground. There was a man, staring at her, and another man who was too busy flirting with yet another man to pay her any mind. All around, people got on with their lives while she, in the centre, had a man at her centre making her crazy with lust.
He was back at her bud now, his tongue and mouth insisted on this exquisite torture.
'Ray,' she called down to him, 'I will come in seconds if you …'
Her words were lost to the wind and it didn't matter because she was already speeding past the point of no return. The first orgasm was always this way for Lonnie, quick and intense, and so as the contractions started to shudder through her she abandoned her protest and welcomed the pleasure. It soared through her body and she threw back her head, opened her mouth, and let it sing.
Just as well because when she opened her eyes Lonnie saw that they were approaching The Tower of London.
Ray put his hands under her arms and lifted her off his shoulders and down. She wrapped her arms around him and curled up small in his lap.
'You come big for such a little thing,' he teased.
'I come many times over, too,' she said.
'I can't wait for that,' he said. His hand wormed up her short skirt.
'Ray, I want to see the Tower. My friends are here. My minder is expecting me. Also I want to fuck in the Tower of London.'
'I don't know if we can do that. It's bound to be packed with tourists.'
'But that's what I want. I want us to fuck in the middle of a bunch of tourists. Right under the watchful eye of Lo Song. When you touch me it is the most exquisite torture, Ray, and it would be perfect to feel that way in the Tower. Because that is where people were tortured, once, right? You make me feel like a queen but I would just love to feel like a queen in a place where a queen was once imprisoned. Does that make sense?'
Lonnie looked up at him, her glance hopeful, yes, but also challenging. She wondered if he were man enough to do as she requested.
'I don't think it's a good idea. Why don't we go back to the hotel?'
Lonnie's eyes became dark little disappointed slits in her face and her mouth turned down at the corners.
Ray began to hedge. 'Maybe it won't be too busy,' he said. 'If we could find a spot where we aren't likely to be arrested, maybe we could pet a little. There are some very steep spiral staircases. You could go up ahead of me. I'd get a delightful view up your skirt or maybe "cop a feel." Wouldn't you like that?'
'Oh fine then. Let's go,' she muttered. She slid off his lap and began pulling on her thong. 'Driver,' she called. The partitions between them were still up. Lonnie poked and pushed at the console like an errant child until both partitions were lowered. She could feel Ray's irritation at her display of pique and it fuelled her own irritation. Why couldn't he just play along? 'Driver, pull over please.'
When the limousine had stopped she waited until Ray's door was open and he was standing on the sidewalk waiting to help her out. She slammed and locked it.
'Take me to the Plaza,' she barked, and the driver, obeying Ray's instructions to do as the lady wanted, pulled away.
Lonnie waved a cheery farewell to Ray as the car sped off without him.