Everybody did it.. I saw quite a few girls that I didn't think were slutty, jack their boyfriend's dicks off while I was in the front seat and they we...e in the back. Whatever I was doing up front, I would usually start rubbing my puss and sliding a finger in a little when I heard those noises. I would peek back there. She (or sometimes he) would be kissing him and stroking his big dick with her hand, maybe rubbing it on her boobs. Seeing that has always been the real hot sauce for me, even. The very next day I was moving hands in her stomach and slowly moved up to her breasts and asked slowly shall i? She was heated up already and said ok and covered my hand i brushed her breasts which were bigger to feel than to see and then pressed them hard .After she got down she texted me that she liked it and we were doing it every day and one dayI took her hands and kept over my pant bulge ..She didnt know what to do and I said press mine the same way I press your top. Though this was nice. He told Dave he thought that I was very pretty and had a great body. Dave told him thanks and that he thought I had a great body also and he didn’t mind showing me off. He didn’t tell the trucker that I wasn’t his girlfriend. Dave told the trucker we were getting ready to leave to go to Reno for the week. The trucker said, “Hey that’s where I’m going too. We can drive together. My name is Jack”. As Dave and I got up, Jack “helped me up” by putting his hand on my butt to give me a little push. Yes, anything, yes’ *** The backhanded slap had knocked her out cold. Her head was still fuzzy at the edges, but she now knew what was happening. And where she was. When was the last time she had been in this cellar? He had made some adaptations, to put it mildly. She was in stocks – improvised from a workbench and too tight around her neck and wrists. She was facing the walk-in cupboard, so the main cellar door was to her right. There was something sharp under each foot, so she was f***ed to.