" She shrugged and smiled at her partner, with a gleeful look. "I mean, I've got to have it every day or so, so I'm quite demanding. And it has to be ... big cock like Greg's but then I'm a bit of a slut. I know I'm extreme and proper girls shouldn't put it about like me." She took a sip of her non-alcoholic wine and sighed. "There aren't many girls that I know who would even screw after a ball like this. Thing is," she said and looked towards Phillippa, the busty brunette sitting next to her.. I grip at the side of your pants with the hand that’s on your hip and use my other hand to rip the material on one side then the other, wrapping my arm back round you as I run my hand back down over your mound. I look at you through the mirror and your eyes are transfixed on what my hand is doing.“You’re so wet for me baby,” I say as I slip my fingers through your pussy lips, skimming over your clit ever so slightly. You try to buck your hips up but I keep them pinned against me, your head. The truck sat high enough that people in cars could not see inside very well but the big trucks sat high enough that they had a perfect view inside.What I would do once I got in the truck was take my panties off, turn until I had my back to my husband, spread my legs so the truck driver looking down from his cab could see my pussy spread open. Usually soaking wet with this going on.I am a small person so I had plenty of room to arrange myself.If they made comments on the CB I would sometimes. ‘To our mutual benefit.’ And he stepped back from the curb to the entry of a closed shop. The man followed suspiciously. I saw them talk, heads nodded, Jefferson handed the man some money, and he walked away. As he did he called to me, ‘You ever come back here alone, bitch, and I’ll cut you a second cunt so you can make twice as much money.’ When I turned, Jefferson’s was walking away in the opposite direction. Exhausted I was wondering how much longer Brad was going to make me do this, dimly.