"In your dreams," Sam told him.
Norm rolled his eyes. If he didn't need this job so bad, he'd have pulled onto the shoulder and ordered his passengers to hit the road. He didn't need this shit.
Unfortunately, he did need the money.
By the looks of her, Norm thought, as he helped Bobbie with her luggage, she wouldn't need any help from the heater. She was hot!
Statuesque and willowy, with long, wavy black hair and dark eyes enhanced by thick, long lashes and expertly applied mascara, she had a slender, delicate nose; high cheekbones; full, sensuous lips; and a pointed chin. Her complexion was flawless and smooth, and her face had the shape of a Valentine's heart. She had high, full, round breasts-implants, maybe-a flat tummy; a narrow waist; long, tapering thighs and firm calves; and a gorgeous, full, round, firm-soft bottom that made Norm's cock hard. He watched the lovely moon sway and dip, tightening and relaxing as she climbed the steps at the side of the van and entered the vehicle to her fellow passengers' wolf whistles and crude compliments.
Norm was shocked to see that Sam had opened his fly and extracted his cock, which, like Norm's own prick, was rock hard. "Here, honey," Sam said to Bobbie, leering, "you can sit on this."
Norm thought of ordering Sam to zip both his lip and his fly, but he decided he'd let Bobbie handle him, if she could. He was supposed to satisfy his charges, not piss them off. Besides, it would be fun to see what Bobbie the Prude would do.
Norm didn't have long to wait to see. She shoved her hand down, hard, on the upright cock, grinding it under her palm as, pretending to lose her balance, she climbed past him and took the empty seat by the window. "Thanks, but no thanks, Sammy," she told him. "I prefer a seat with a view."
Ben and Ed laughed as their companion turned every shade of red between pink and scarlet.
Bobbie gave Sam's cock a contemptuous look. As she turned her gaze to the sylvan view outside her window, she remarked, "There's certainly nothing to look at there."
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