I looked over as we passed truck after truck and I could see the eyes on the truckers get wide as they saw Lisa’s shaved pussy staring back at them....She didn’t realize the erotic show she was giving to the passing truckers and continued to suck my cock and was getting me ever closer to orgasm.In one of the passing trucks I saw a big, burly black man staring into the SUV and the driver was definitely impressed with the sight before him. I told my wife that she had an audience and would she like. "The collar will stay in a special drawer in the hutch in the living room. Or when we are traveling together, it will be in a place we all agreed on. Whenever we want our slut slave friend to make an appearance, we will set the collar out on the table. And whenever Sara is willing to play - or needs her masters in a special way, she can just put on the collar. We will all know what it means." I could even wear it in public and no one would really know," said Sara softly. "It looks like a. So with Valerie's pussy juices still on my cock, I had to have her. To me it was like having a 3 some without the other 2 knowing it was a 3 some, if that makes any sense.So as she came in though the door, she did what she does every night when she arrives home from work and that is to strip her clothes off and just put a nightshirt on. No bra, no panties, just a tweety bird nightshirt that barely covered her plump around ass and her 38 DD tits. Her skin was so smooth to the touch. She sat. Best to leave it at that."So, you're friends with Rick?" Yep, been friends for years now." Rick (or George, as he was unsatisfyingly named by his parents) and I hit it off when I met him at a live broadcast at the opening of a new bar. We had the same devious, villainous sense of humor, and we just kept carrying on until the job opened up at the station and he suggested I could fill it. I didn't take much convincing. "Didn't you know, all deejays are friends; we have a secret handshake and.