As the spankings increased in regularity, I was satisfied we were on the right path to living out our fantasies. Then we devised something we call the...CRACK BELT. Under her skirt or jeans she wore a thin belt around her waist with a strip of rope attached to the back of the belt, running down between her cheeks, snuggled tightly between the lips of her pussy, pressing on her clit and attached again at the front. The constant pressure on her clitoris and the continual rubbing of it while she. " she told me."He does, huh?"Belle's smile grew into a huge grin. "Uh-huh. He says you're a great fighter."I smiled at my little girl. "Far be it from me to dispute an expert like your Sifu, but this time he's wrong. I'm not a very good fighter. Nigel is much better at that sort of thing than I'll ever be. That's why I asked him to teach you. If I were any good, I'd have taught you myself." But you do have lots of stamina, right?"I grinned. "Yeah, I suppose I do."Belle grinned right back at me.. She sat on her bed drinking her coffee and thinking about the story she wanted to write. Nothing was happening in her imagination at all. Mary considered herself a sexual woman. She enjoyed it both with her husband and by herself but somewhere in her body was a desire to find a woman to make love to.She made great coffee and as soon as it was gone she trudged to the shower. She took a quick peek in the mirror as she took off her glasses and slipped out of her robe, letting it drop to the floor.. As I stripped, master turned on the cab lights, illuminating the inside of the truck, and making me visible to al number of truckers traveling in the other direction. Immediately his radio began to crackle with voices, and master laughed as he ordered me to give him a blowjob as we went down the road.He took the mike and as I undid his pants and found his cock with my lips and tongue, told anyone who could hear him that we were headed for the next truck stop up the line, and the party would be.