I ran out of bullets for my nine shot .22 caliber Colt revolver. Shoving a garbage truck around the county all day can be right boring and a hell of a...strain on the brain without mental diversions. I mean, unless you got a way to plink the little reflectors out of road signs and try to pop various parts of the anatomy of the people on the bill boards as you drive by, well, your mind just gets sort of drifty.Now I mean to tell you that when a man is driving a garbage truck he is doing a thinking. That got us chatting and we went on for almost for more than an hour remembering the days we used to work together the good times we had as colleagues. As we chatted more we started to open up and then I told her about my family etc. I asked her about hers and she said about hers and how her hubby is always traveling and running after money. I felt she wasn’t very happy but didn’t find it right to ask her and said it happens in life and left it at that. I then told her fingers are paining. He squirted some on his finger and slowly slid the digit inside her as she continues slowly riding her husband. Within a few minutes he has two digits inside her and they were brushing against her husbands cock so she could feel the outline of the fingers and cock between the membrane of skin that separated the two passages. They kept it up for a few more minutes and several time she felt the squirt of more lube around his fingers until he pulled them out. She then heard the sticky sound of him. My hands were still cuffed behind me as Master took off my blindfold. My eyes adjusted to the moonlit night and it was only his face I saw as he took my panties that had been discarded earlier that evening and wiped my face clean of the cum that clung to it. He kissed me softly on the mouth and pulled back smiling.'You really are the Slut of my dreams,' he said, opening my mouth with his fingers and shoving my own knickers in, before closing my mouth again. I felt my legs shake and thought I.