The radio blasts to life in the middle of my favorite song, and as I ease out onto the highway, Kelly Rowland’s Motivation has me slithering seductively in my seat. Xxnx Sliding into the suffocating heat of my Chevy Impala, I am grateful for the technical genius of the man who created air conditioning. “Strip, slave, quickly….no need for seduction, I’m hard as a rock already.” I’d just begun to slide the straps of my dress over my shoulders when Jeffrey spins me around, pushes me over a low back chair and throws my skirt up over my hips. Without waiting for Jeffrey, I begin to nod vigorously, silently begging the young stud to shove his cock into my asshole. Wriggling my hips and twisting this way and that, I struggle to look over my shoulder to discern whether he is joking or if he has
