Sana's mouth dropped when Mayson called her a call girl but it quickly turned into a grin. She decided that she was going to own that and her mind turned over the possibilities of how she could use that to tease Mayson with all night. This train of thought was most certainly going to get her into trouble but oh well.<em>What fun is a party if you can't get yourself into a bit of trouble</em>, she considered.<br/><br/>Soon after, they scooted outside to catch their taxi and Sana held the door open for her ravishingly beautiful girlfriend then darted around the other side to hop into the car. In a few words they were off and down the road to the party. It wouldn't be that simple though, Sana just couldn't resist singing at every opportune moment...<br/><br/>She started in with a little beat, humming the tune...<br/><br/>"Mr. Cab Driver won't you stop to let me in<br/>Mr. Cab Driver don't you like my kind of skin" (http://youtu.be/Lq6rEPBN7aA)<br/><br/>Sana's head bopped to the music in her head and she turned to look out at the city streaming by. With one hand reaching over to the long sleek sexy leg of her girlfriend. Pretending to be oblivious she ran her hand up and down Mayson's thigh lightly.