I could only imagine the agony that she was in from her ruined anus.“Nice to see you have joined us again Lucy. I think you have something to say t... me, don’t you?”“Yes Master. Sorry Master” she whimpered.“And?” I shouted.She looked confused for a moment. Then it seemed to dawn on her: “Thank you Master for torturing this worthless slut and teaching her the error of her ways.”“Believe me Lucy, it was a pleasure.”Turning back to Chloe, I said: “There is a problem. Lucy’s arse is no longer. Then she came closer, hands on his hips, rubbed tentatively, paused and hooked her fingers underneath the fabric to drag them down."That's a good girl," he murmured stroking her hair again as she rubbed him over his blue boxer briefs.She looked up, happy hearing him say that as she kissed the outline of his cock. He groaned, eyes closing slightly and stroked more, starting to press her head against him, wanting more.She got the idea, removing his underwear next, groaning as his hard cock was. The old man had asked her several times whether she was cold, but each time she just giggled and answered no, for some reason enjoying the goosebumps on her arms and legs while the alcoholic blood gushed through her arteries like hot rum.At last, without a word, the old man cranked shut his own window, then reached across her and cranked shut hers. The truck kept bouncing along as he performed this maneuver, and Lynn was amazed that they didn't run off the highway. She half-wished they would,. I got on the bed and she came over next to me. “I want you to touch me and please me” she said.“I’m not sure I follow.”She took my hand and placed it on her thigh. I got the hint and went straight to her mound. She gave my hand a slap.“Don’t be so goddamn quick.” She said as she took my hand and placed her back on her thigh. “It might be better if you got down on the floor” she said laying back.I did as she asked and started to just trace my fingers up and down her thighs and calfs. I would.