We were almost home when Roxy said, "Pull over."
"What?"
"Pull over to the side of the road."
I pulled over and parked and Roxy slid over next to me and put her hand on the lump in my pants. It reacted to her touch and I said, "What are you doing?"
"You're my pimp. You take care of me so I need to take care of you."
While she was talking she was working my c**k out of my pants and when I was exposed she went down on me. Did I make any attempt at stopping her this time? Hell no! And I didn't say a word when she told me to follow her into the back seat. It was a spirited session and the only sour note - only slightly sour - was when she cried out, "f**k me you bastard, f**k me." When it was over we drove home in silence and when we got there we each went to our own room and went to bed.
