The cab driver objects

"Madam! Kindly restrain yourself! This is a Godly taxi," the cab driver says sternly, looking at you in the rearview mirror.

"What?" you blurt, startled.

"It is improper to touch yourself for pleasures of the flesh!" the driver repeats. "My taxi is not the place for such impiety." You shake your head in surprise, looking at the flinty eyes that look back at you from the mirror.

"I don't...I wasn't..." you stammer, aware that you've been rubbing your mound for several minutes through your skirt. What is this guy's problem, you think to yourself. It's not like you had your skirt up around your hips and your fingers buried in your cunt. Hell most cabbies would have appreciated the free show.

"Comport yourself like a woman of our Lord, lest his wrath fall upon you," the driver intones, sounding like some biblical prophet in a corny old movie.