He had rubbed a lot of it off before it dried, but there was still a haze of paint all over. She swabbed carefully, and then went to his neck and to h...s own top button. She unbuttoned that and pulled his shirt apart to see that paint had soaked through his clothes, onto his skin. Again, it was just a haze of color, but she unbuttoned the rest of the buttons, looking at each one, and pushed the shirt open. She stared at the muscles under the skin on his chest as she rubbed at the paint. Then she. She was holding the man's cock, rubbing her thumb over the head while she used a small whip in her hand on the woman's breasts, slapping at her nipples. "Do you want this, Helen? It belongs to me now. *You* belong to me now. Say it!" The woman on the tape screwed up her face, then as the dominatrix slapped her nipples again she opened her mouth and said in a low voice, "I belong to you, Mistress Kane. My *breasts* are yours. My *cunt* is yours. My husband and that which he pleases me with. ......but what do we have to do?" Jackson spoke gently, but firmly. "In a few minutes I intend to lock the door and pull down the blinds so that we won't be disturbed. I'm sure that neither of you is totally naive, so I know you will both understand when I say that you are going to entertain me. Is that quite clear?" Both girls nodded silently. "And......and how will the Police Chief punish us.....when we see him?" queried Jennifer, her voice tremulous. "He is going to apply the lightest. I entered the truck and he introduced himself. Without any other words we entered the sleeper. It was spacious. We stripped down totally naked. I got on my knees in front of him and took his thick long cock in my mouth. He let out a long sigh. I began sucking his cock slowly. His breathing and low moaning told me that this trucker needed this about as badly as I did. I worked my tongue over his shaved balls. They hung low. I took the left nut in my mouth as he told me “get those nuts ready to.