It was then I noticed the glare of the driver in the mirror as he watched the reflection of me there.I shouted at him that he was a pervert; but the b...stard just laughed.Once I finished, I just climbed back into the cab and shut the door.I told him that he should give me the trip for free for letting him enjoy the strip show. He laughed, saying I should let him to take a closer look of my curves…I thought about it and answered I would let him; but he would not charge the voyage on me.He laughed. ‘…Alright,’ I replied in a somewhat weaker voice. He paused with a thoughtful expression on his face, then he asked the question I feared in a very haunted tone: ‘Why did you do it, Mariah? What did I do wrong? Was I…bad at it or something?’ ‘Oh god! No! No, you were not ‘bad at it.’ You didn’t do anything wrong. Not a thing. Don’t you ever think that you did!’ ‘Then why wasn’t I enough for you?’ He was enough for me now. I guess at the time he wasn’t, or I would not have cheated on his so. Called me an asslicker and a cocksucker. Told me I wasn’t even a man any longer and that I would soon be put in my place. I shuddered to think what place could be worse than the one I now found myself in. John commented on how good my face fit into his ass, almost like they were made for each other. He told Sara she had to try this as it was a great feeling to have your ass licked. I continued with my new job until John could no longer stand the raging hard on he now sported. He pulled my wife. You just needed a little pick-me-up.”“If… If you say so,” he said diffidently, turning his attention to his burger. He only had a few bites left, finishing them quickly. “I, um… I better get going. I need to write the article and…”“Sammy, wait,” I said, moving my hand from his thigh to his shoulder. “Before you go… I want to do something for you. It’ll only take a few minutes, I promise.”Excitement twinkled in his eyes, but anxiety took hold of his face. “Wh - What do you want to do?”“I wanna.