His hands began roaming all over my little body and kissing me. He removed my panties and I only wore the gown. He took my small hands and placed them...onto his now hard cock. He asked me to rub it as he had taught me. As I was doing this he began playing with my little “thing”. I never called it my dick or cock but Mr. H always called it my girl clitty. He was really excited and asked me if I wanted to suck his cock. Wanting to please him for all the wonderful things of the day I said yes. I. " He means prostitutes," her lawyer explained."Well, yeah," muttered Bill, "but I don't think we will have to resort to that." He smiled at her and said, "And I can get huge amounts knocked off for public repentance or public punishment. I think our best bet is to go with both." What do you mean?" Repentance involves public humiliation and shaming," he explained. "A couple hours of misery to save years of slavery." He paused and shrugged his shoulders. "Some people can handle it. Some can't.. He looked back in my direction startled in defense. “Oh shit k** you scared me, glad you came back, you want some more of this daddy dick tonight?” “I have a special treat for you as well.” I have something to tell you I stuttered about. Oh yea, well first I want you to meet some of the guys and then we can chat talk later. I followed Thomas over to the group of truckers he was chatting with. Thomas interrupted the conversation they were having and said, Hey fellas….this is “TightHole18.” My. When we got there and I told him this was it; he had the same reaction that I had had when I did my first crossing."That's it?" That's it."I brought the rig up to speed and headed onto Interstate 70; next stop Terre Haute, Indiana. We'd be having breakfast in about three hours.The atmosphere in the truck was different somehow. The sexual tension between us was gone. We had satisfied our immediate needs and desires, now, more than ever before, we could relax and enjoy each other's company.We'd.