Continuing my walk along the lonely highway I felt euphoric and horny too. It felt perfectly natural when I took off my Levi's and underpants and left...them lying on the shoulder of the road.Long before I saw it, I heard a diesel truck, it's engine laboring to bring it up the steep grade. A few minutes later it crept into view. The ugliest truck I'd ever seen. Under a layer of dirt and grease, it may have been painted green but it was hard to tell. I watched it come toward me, black smoke. I know she came to tell me, but she could have phoned and she didn’t. Why? She said she didn’t want to queer your pitch, but I think it was more because she had that man lined up. He’s her type. She let me down badly by telling Gary what we did, or rather didn’t. That put her further away.“So how do I feel about her? Disappointment is the main feeling. I thought we had something when we were fooling Gary, but we didn’t. She just had a good time, and was grateful.”Cassie looked at me, and I. If I had every experienced anything thatfelt better on my penis, I couldn't remember. All three devices were nowtiming the thrusting in perfect unison. It didn't' take long before Iwas ready to spill another load, but then the machine stopped."You have chosen the Level One intervention", the monitor said. "Yourintervention sequence is designed to train your neural response systemsfor maximal endurance."The screen went blank again. My heart was racing from all thestimulation I had just. She sat on a desktop next to me, crossing her ankles, her tight skirt inching up, well past her knees and mid-thigh. She made no attempt to correct her obvious tease. She brushed her long hair back over her shoulder as she looked at me, and then rubbed her hands together in front of her, before allowing them to come to rest in her lap. “Look,” she began, “I can tell when a student is distracted in the classroom. You’re not my first student.” She glanced at my crotch. I was rock hard and there.