“Open your mouth you slutty bitch!”, she said. I did as I was told. She unclipped the ball gag strap from behind my head, pushing the ball under m... chin. She made sure the nipple weights and the ball weights hung freely on each side of the horse.She positioned herself in front of me, spreading her legs, her tight ass up against my face. She bent over resting her arms on a hay bale. “Rim me bitch! Fuck my ass with your tongue till I tell you to stop!”The man then began rubbing my ass with his. I sat alone on the couch and decided I would just have to find a different subject for my assignment. I was eating breakfast with mom the next morning when Amy came down, straight away she asked if I'd thought of advertising for a model in the paper. Mom asked why I needed a model and Amy came right out and told her and about Wallis and his pictures. I could have died, as we never mention anything like that at home.To my surprise our mother was more than casually interested in what I was up to.. " he looked sheepishly away when he remembered what I told him about my parents. I smiled sadly. "Don't worry," I told him, "I have to get used it." But in truth, my heart was heavy. With much heaving and pushing he managed to get the large box onto the trolley and, after a brief rest to get his breath back, said: "Right then, Miss, where am I taking it?" "I don't know." I answered him honestly, "I believe I have to take an omnibus from here to Liverpool Street." "A' omnibus!" he cried, "You. I let his manhood slowlysoften in my mouth enjoying the feeling provided me bythe mountain road, the truck, and my head in Travis'lap. It brought back memories of c***dhoodcontentment, like falling asleep in the car duringlong road trips. Though, I can't remember ever beinglucky enough to have a big dick in my mouth duringthose times. Who knows, maybe I wouldn't havecomplained so much about the long drives to AuntFerns.Travis eventually brought the truck to a stop,shutting off the engine.