CHAPTER THREE
Jocelyn's s****l reverie was interrupted by the cabdriver's furious blowing of the automobile's horn.
"God damn people won't move!" he snarled, glaring at Jocelyn through the rear view mirror in his general, anger. "They're God damn f***s, all of them mother-fuckers!"
Jocelyn, her whole hand working in her excited and slippery, wide-open cunt, breathed deeply in her half-satisfied lust and forced herself to stop and pay attention to the irate cab driver.
"I thought taxi drivers didn't let traffic get to them," she smiled. "You don't seem very patient."
"I don't drive steady, only now and then. Hate the f*****g traffic."
"So I gather. Well, as I said, I'm in no great hurry, but I would appreciate your keeping the meter off for a while."
"Yeah, sure. It's off. Hey, look
