Chapter 42

Our driver tonight was a slim, young black man, handsome in his chauffeur livery. He loved what the three women were wearing, his eyes moving up and down each one. Shortly after we got in the limo, I asked Roxanne if she was serious about masturbating for the driver.

"Oh, God. You had to remember that?"

"You don't have to do it if you don't want to. Free will, and all that."

"I want to, but I'm so nervous."

I took a handkerchief out of my pocket and tied it around her eyes. "Now you won't be able to see him looking at you," I whispered, "You can pretend you're doing it only for us."

I lowered the window between us and the driver glanced back, wondering if we needed something. We didn't ask for anything so his eyes returned to the road. I pulled Roxanne into my lap, and started lifting the bottom of her dress, sliding it up her legs. She started shivering. I lifted her slight