She came up to the truck and I pointed at the passenger door and watched her walk around. She was cute and the ass cheeks were large and round which I...liked. She climbed up into the truck and started chatting about how expensive tires were etc. I told her I only had a short time before I had to continue on. When she said I would do anything for help, I said how about a blow job. She hesitated for about have a second and then reached out and rubbed my dick through my shorts. I said keep that up. Oz came heading down from the bar, presumably heading for the storeroom, and two of his staff came from the other end of the corridor, trapping me between the three of them. “Ah shit,” I thought, “this looks like trouble.” The two younger guys got to me first, pushing me against the wall. I swung a fist at one, connecting somewhere but the other smacked me firmly in the gut, knocking the wind out of me.“So,” said Oz, “maybe I get to see those tits after all, yes?”“Fuck off,” I gasped, “you. “I’m just, I’m just cheap, oh please, James. I can’t help it, I, I like being a slut, I mean, I can’t, I can’t be anything else. That’s what I am,” she panted with her eyes now fixed to the outline of my cock. Glancing down briefly, I saw the large damp patch that circled about my flies. Tiny spasms shot and pulsed through my cock that was, by now, almost certainly engulfed by a steady flow of pre-cum, something that her behaviour always guaranteed. I allowed the end of the crop to drop down. Her cocoanut-smelling hair is in my face, she’s sliding her slender ankle up and down my shin, and her body heat is working me up to the point of almost sweating. “Princess, I’m not…”“Shh, daddy. We really need to get some rest.”And with those last words, Jenny grinds her sexy behind deep into my groin before she finally settles down. My cock is still hard as a rock and thumping like a drum against her ass, but it doesn’t seem to bother her. In fact, it looks like she’s enjoying it. And she.