"No, no," I said, trying not to look too eager. "You pay the bill here, get some snacks for the drive... I want some licorice, and fuel up the vehicle..." Yes, drill sergeant," he joked, always teasing me about my planned itinerary."You better be ready to be a full time drill sergeant once we drop Cory off tomorrow," I quipped back, before I kissed him and walked away.I texted:M: On my way, Master.C: Hurry up slut,C: Time for your butt!I laughed at his terrible rhyme and tried my own as I saw the. "What's your name girlie?" he asked."What?" I'm was miles away in my own private nightmare."Your name?" he repeated."Oh sorry, it's Trish," I said."Trish, nice name that, matches you too, nice bit of crumpet you," he said, and he looked me up and down with a leer."Yeah, built nice you are," he said.I went bright red at his words, I was used to boys looking at me, but this was completely different, somehow dirty and disgusting."Nice legs and good size pair of tits, just like your Mum," he. Bob Simms says you may remember Rene." Now why would anyone come around asking about Rene Carrier after all theseyears?" Let's just say curiosity, Ma'am." Yeah," she said sarcastically," you bein' a lawman an' all. No such thingas idle curiosity." She lifted the pipe out of her mouth and laid it on thebench. She looked at it in dsgust. "Waall, that the last of that t'bacca!"I reached into my pocket and tossed a package at her. Bob had mentioned shesmoked a pipe. "Try that!" She opened the. But after a minute or so I was amazed to see him startto stroke the front of his satin shorts, at first very gently and thenmore firmly and insistently. All the time he kepthis eyes closed. Then he lifted one of his legs up to rest on the benchseat, and I could see up the leg of his shorts. I caught my breath,because underneath his crutch-hugging shorts I could see that he waswearing a pair of brilliantly white nylon briefs. I began to rub myselfthrough the front of my jeans, and could feel.