"Roll the window up and stay put," I growl at Dobbs.
"Yes, sir."
This isn't the first time we've had to f**k with Dobbs in the vicinity. The first time, he couldn't look me in the eye for a week. Especially after hearing the way Julia screams for Daddy when she comes. He never openly watches. I wouldn't allow that. But there are times when there's simply no choice but to feed the hunger while he's present.
When I reach Julia, her fingers are down the front of her panties and she's petting herself, her back arched against the side of the limo. Her n*****s are puckered behind the thin material of her tank top, her thighs tight around that fondling hand. Every time I think she can't get hotter, she does. She lets loose a little more and blows my mind.
"We can do better than that," I growl
