Peter got in my taxi today, but realized soon after that he didn’t have any money on him. He’d been out all night at an after party, and begged me to help him find a way to sort it out. I told him he could get on his hands and knees to scrub the taxi, if he wanted! But that wasn’t what Peter had in mind. I could see him blushing. I suggested if Peter could fuck me right, I might waive the cost of the cab! It had been a while since I’d had a good pounding. Peter came round to the driver’s seat and played with my pussy…
