.any leftover cash he takes and buys me heels and skirts from seedy sex shops in the city as im left in the back seat outside hoping to be seen and pr...persitioned by passing strangers.. they either jump in when he returns from shopping or simply follow the taxi knowing im gonna be put to work when the cab pulls up in a layby , woodland or motorway services.. when his shift is over at sunrise he takes me back to his home where he orders me to help him unwind after a long stint driving..making. I squirmed so that I could see the back of his seat. I watched the city lights give way to the highway lights. After awhile, the van slowed down and things got darker. He was definitely taking me out of the city…somewhere, obviously secluded.My body stopped listening to me. It gave up. I was limp after struggling to turn around. My legs and arms gradually began to relax, to fall to the side, useless. I had strained so hard against the wrist cuffs that my hands were shaking on their own. I was. A bit higher though please." Oh... alright." Tommy responded, moving his hands slightly higher. Now he was rubbing my leg just underneath my nightgown. Not that it mattered, Tommy could see right through it to his mother's vagina from where he sat now, though probably not how wet it was. He remained quiet as he rubbed my leg, and I moaned softly, but not any more than might alert Gary to anything more than a simple massage... which was all this was right now of course."Higher sweetheart... My. "Have you ever been watched before?" She asked me.I answered that never and now it seemed weird to me…We both laughed a little. She pushed a finger inside her own opening. Her pink pussy lips folded in a little as she curled her upper body to reach further inside herself. I liked watching her. "Do you like penetration?" Paula asked me, with an evil grin in her eyes."Yes, but I mostly stay out here, just stroking my little clit…” I said.Suddenly a wave of pleasure coursed through me and I sighed.