Camilla looked at Bernie seated in the driver’s seat of the truck. He was dressed in a pair of jeans that were tightly clutched onto him, and as Camilla looked at him, her eyes traveled down his body, finally resting on his crotch.

She was feeling horny, not having had a man in a couple of weeks, and she had always considered bedding her chauffeur, but had never come round to doing it.

She looked at him lustfully as she tried to imagine the sort of manhood that he had in his ...