<em>Jake &amp; Jazz, in Truck driving to the Estate</em><br/><br/>Jazz was going to place the cuffs on next when Jake said they could wait.  The outfit confused her.  She didn’t feel herself in it.  Somehow she was torn about acting too confident or too subservient, which was the way she was supposed to play this weekend.<br/><br/>With a mild nod, Jazz placed her hand on his thigh again rubbing.  Her hand moved northward and stopped to take up residence between his legs.  She could feel the heat of his cock through his pants.  She might have done more but was concerned about Jake wrecking the truck.<br/><br/>She swallowed, voice held a little squeak of nervousness, “Thank you, Sir.”  She had almost forgotten to add the last part.<br/>