“Touch her for me.” His voice was low and dark. “The driver,” I protested. “Roll up the partition.” I didn’t think twice before touching the button and allowing the glass to seclude me in the back of the car. “Touch her. I want to know what you are learning about yourself,” he commanded, and I found myself spreading my legs and pushing my panties to the side. I ran my finger across my pearl, and a moan escaped my mouth. “That’s right.”
