“I’m sorry, what?” Tony asked. “Do you wanna lick me?” she said. The seat on the passenger’s side suddenly scooted backwards, startling the both of them. She gasped and laughed. She’d pulled the handle. “Emm…” Tony scratched the back of his neck. “It’s a simple question,” She repeated, wiggling out of her pants. They dropped to her ankles and she stepped out of them, one foot after the other. The material hung off one stiletto heel and laughing again she …