Well, the prospect of earning some extra money certainly intrigued me so I told him I may be. He told me that quite a few of the drivers, especially t...e ones from overseas who were away from their families for days on end, who overnighted often liked a woman’s touch in their cab so to speak and he had set up a little sideline. I asked him what he meant by woman’s touch and he told me some of them just want the cab cleaned and spruced up while they get a shower and their meal and some of them. It read "Guys Bathroom, ASAP".Yeah, holy shit. She was a slut, but I didn't care... she was HOT. I came around to myself and got up the courage to go. She was already missing from the classroom. I didn't noticed if anyone saw the bulge in my pants, I didn't really care. I half-ran to the boys bathroom right down the hall and I saw her in there waiting, her arms crossed. All she said was "What took ya so long?"I couldn't even answer. She walked over to me and grabbed my arm. She threw me into. God, she was so hot."What?" "I think . . ." Fuck it. I'd spit it out. 6 times fucked over at Ammington would mean nothing. Why not make it seven? Why not have her tell me that she doesn't want to be serious with a white guy because she prefers black guys? Everyone else screwed me over. She'd be nothing new.The room was dimly lit. I even lit a few candles in case we got serious. Perfect scene for lovemaking."Jayda, I think I'm falling for you. In love. I already love you, but now I think I'm. She was facing away from me so I couldn't actually see anything but my imagination was running riot.Looking past her I noticed that I could see her reflection in the dressing table mirror. I could see her breasts. Oh my god. They were rippling as she towelled herself between the legs. I glanced up at the reflection of her face and I blushed deeply as I saw her eyes looking at me. In retrospect, she had obviously positioned herself so that I could see her clearly in the mirror."Enjoying the.