I looked up, the drivers eyes on mine, then he carefully adjusted the mirror so his gaze was level with my breasts. I could see the lower half of his ...ace, his tongue licking his lips, a half smile playing across his mouth. My hand returned to my breast, massaging the flesh and pinching at my nipple. The taxi stopped again, the red traffic light flooding the cab in it's glow. The fat throb of the engine seemed to permeate the inside of the taxi, my body in tune with its resonance. I laid one. We’d never done any kinky shit and I wasn’t sure if I was enjoying it.“Yes what?” she shouted. “Yes Mistress?” I almost asked. “Well done,” she breathed, as she slowly walked towards me. I was still in the same position I was when taking off my shoes. “On your knees!” she commanded. I just obeyed, it seemed the only option. I could smell her sex, only inches from my face, and I couldn’t believe it when she started to play with herself. I leaned forward to lick her and enjoy her taste. Thwack! I. Trying to stand he quickly heard a voice."David, don't bother moving you aren't going anywhere." Looking around he didn't see anyone talking and the voice didn't seem to be coming from the glowing person in front of him."Relax, I am here to help, you can call me your fairy grandmother if you want. I know things have been rough on you lately. That you wish you could change somethings around you and I am here to let that happen. You got hurt doing something noble so I was sent here to help."Dave. ‘You all like to hear yourselves talk.’ ‘Be nice, or I won’t share.’ Matthew said, humor in his voice. She finally heard him pop the cork, and smell it. ‘Red wine…’ He took a drink and made an indulgent sound. ‘What is it?’ ‘Port wine. Good vintage. Personally, I think the only wine for an earthquake is a Zinfandel, but Port will do.’ His warmth on one side of her, made the rest of her feel cold, she shivered a bit, and Matthew paused. ‘Lean forward.’ He said, warmly, handing her the bottle.