Then, what felt like a tongue, touched the inside of her right thigh. She tried to move away but he -- it must be a man -- held her firmly by the hips... He continued to lick both of her inner thighs moving ever closer to her pussy. When he touched his tongue on her pussy, she definitely knew it was not her husband. This man had facial hair and her husband was clean shaven. Besides, her husband always used her for his pleasure before giving her any and he very seldom went down on her.He spread. I don’t and won’t. It is my intention to help you in your survival and then move on. I plan to leave you with a phone that has my number and that of the only two other people that I know are alive. If you permit it, I will leave you with a new truck. You can always give the phone back and do without. I will drop you back at that pickup or any other place you want to be left.”I sighed. “I would like us to be friends. You are sixteen?”“Seventeen.”“Okay, seventeen. That makes you ten years younger. He nearly gagged at the feeling and taste of this stranger's dirty fat cock in his mouth, but knowing the consequences of not doing what he was told, he began to suck the cock, moving his head back and forth along the truckers hard shaft. He was completely vulnerable and at the mercy of the strong, dark truckers sadistic desires."That's it, oh yeah! Good little whore!" moaned the trucker as he watched the young k** suck his fat cock."I haven't cum in weeks! I need this badly, so you better make. ‘Okay, it’s all safe now, cousin!’ I giggle. The door opens and then closes. ‘I set the towel on the counter right across from the tub,’ he informs me. ‘Right next to the one I already brought you,’ he says and then laughs nervously. ‘Fuck.’ ‘Thanks, Tim,’ I laugh and then butterflies flutter in my stomach as I feel tempted to invite him into the shower. ‘You don’t have to be embarrassed by anything, Tim,’ I say quietly so no one outside the door can hear me. ‘I’m not embarrassed,’ he lies. I.