He watched me with obvious amusement as my mistress grabbed my by my hair and forced me to my knees on the floor. For the first time, I noticed that s...e was holding a leather whip in her hands.As Bob walked over and stood directly in front of me, she moved around behind me and said, "You know what to do, slave boy, so get going! And if you don't do it right, I'll be right here to make sure you do." She let the whip dangle before my eyes. I hesitated and was rewarded with a stroke from her whip. The parking lot was well lit with the big lights on poles, but you could not see into the truck standing on the ground. The main thing was that it had one of those cabin like things at the rear of its cab. We parked close enough to see the driver when they came back from the restroom, but not close enough so they could get our tag number or whatever. (I think my husband is somewhat a paranoid) In a few minutes a young man approached the truck. He was alone. He appeared to be in his early to. The way her breasts, squashed against each other must have risen, and fallen as if keeping sensuous beat to the music she must have played. I thought of her in tight lycra shorts, and how I could have gone jogging, torn them off, and taken her on the beach - our combined bodies covered in nothing but sand. She was still excitedly talking, I realized, as I looked up again - zeroing in on her lips which were biting a sausage daintily now. My mind did cartwheels as her little front teeth bit into. Again, he had the picture of them both on the bed before his eyes. “Do you at least use condoms?” Paul was getting used to the situation. “Sure, of course. And Natalie also uses the pill for contraception. A condom can burst. “ Paul continued to nag. “But hopefully it's just sex and not love, isn't it?” Mr. Penner had to laugh. “Nah, don't worry, your son-in-law won't be older than you. Just sex. As I said, I love teens and your daughter is really a hottie.” “Then that's a good thing. And if.