I knew that these sites would have turned Becky on and she would have masturbated. This thought just made me even harder and I came, squirting spunk i... three thick steams into the towel I had put in front of me.A few days later, Becky called round at about five-thirty. I answered the door to Becky, who was wearing some skin-tight leggings that hugged her cute bottom and thighs, and a baggy sweatshirt. Although Becky did not have large breasts, it was clear that she had nothing on beneath her. Then, I felt the hot, heavy weight of a hard cock press against my cheek. I took it in my mouth and started working a rhythm. My head was being held still and slowly, very slowly, the huge man-handle slid in and out of my mouth.I made a silent guess that it was my man working my mouth, but I couldn't tell for sure, and truthfully I didn't really care. A couple of times he stopped me again and held as still as night and I knew he was trying hard not to come. Watching me having sex with another. I was hoping Gypsy would do the same. She wasn't the first prisoner I had ever transported, so I knew not to take anything at face value."You ladies about ready to go," Simpson asked."Simpson, I would be willing to bet that somewhere between here and the Warren county jail, we have to wait for you. It's just the way life happens." I did not say asshole, but yes I was thinking it.At 3PM we pulled onto the interstate highway for a minimum of 9 hours on the road. It was possible for us to be home. The young waitresses moans of pleasure were so loud they could be herd in the carpark. My cell phone beeped messenger wanted acknowledgement I hit the green button. On the screen is a young pussy and some bright red lips. I hear a gasp beside me as a mature waitress reacts to scene on my screen."Sir " Yes" Umm" she moans as my hand is between her legs, fingers working towards her pussy she thinks. I put the phone face up for her to watch the scene in the bathroom. My fingers push against her.