Well, this sucks.” While I was wondering what to do next, the CB came to life.“Truck group on I-10, can you hear us?” It was a woman’s voice.�...�Should I answer,” Abby asked. At my nod, she keyed her hand mike. “We hear you. State your intentions, please.”I looked around as Abby spoke. There were three bad points about driving heavy trucks – they couldn’t turn around in a two-lane road (though the freeway was three lanes across each way here), they were really hard to see around, and they could be. ” Even I could hear how stupid that sounded. His smile returned. “Tea and a fag...” While shoving the blanket aside he sat up and looked at me. His shorts were still pulled down and I could not help it. I looked straight at his crotch. He wasn't that big now and I felt the grin creeping on my face as the memory came. How he had grown under my lips, had felt in my mouth, tasted.David got up, kicked his shorts loose. He stood right in front of me, naked with no sign of shame. “Or”, he grinned,. When he read my words, I could almost hear his sniveling in the words he wrote in reply. Quickly, I terminated the connection, opened my email and sent the draft that was meant to put my plan into motion. Jason,Over the past several weeks you have become closer to me than I’d ever thought a man possibly could. First you became my friend and then my Sub, who allowed me to fulfill my perverted desires. Now the time has come for me to judge whether you are truly my acquiescent bitch or if my needs. Yeah, those were some strange times indeed. Presently, she's on all fours, her thick and plump body jiggling. Her big butt cheeks are spread wide open and my cock is filling her tight asshole. This is a daily occurrence in our household. A young black man living in Nigeria. Welcome to my life. Stick around. I've got a story to share with you.I woke up today and went into the kitchen. I found my aunt Astrid standing there, cooking. Wearing nothing but a bra and panties. She is quite a sight..