She was clearly mortified. “Yeah, that’s right. Just remember J.T. look but don’t touch.” “Don’t call me J.T.” I said, pointedly puttin... a hand on her shoulder. She seemed to relax under my long fingers a little. “Hands off, J.T.” He said, lurching forward. “You going to take ‘em off?” I asked. “Babe, move.” He tugged at her hand, pulling her awkwardly to her feet. I stood, drawing myself up to my full height, seeming to tower over his bad, drunken posture. “You leave her alone.” I said.. ..he sped up to get away from van guy only to get next to a trucker who immediately blew his horn and gave me the thumbs up!I laughed so much and told my husband to stay next to him I lifted my shirt and flashed him and he gave us a good honk! he motioned with his hands in a jerking motion....So I grabbed my husbands cock and started jerking him while looking at the trucker. he lost his mind! I could tell he struggling to also pull out his cock. He then motioned for me to suck it..... It was finally safe to get up without putting on a show for all to see. People were showing up early. This was a good sign; it looked like I might be able to get the weekly rent after all. It was a long night and we stayed open an extra hour to accommodate the crowds. Business was way better than I expected.I was exhausted and only wanted to crawl into the back of my tent to my sleeping quarters. And that’s just what I did. It was still warm inside my tent; I stripped to just my shorts and. The back is vulnerable if someone really wanted to get in."The next three hours were a bit of a strain since I kept imagining hearing things. But I kept watch out both the front and back, along with the video monitors.I woke both girls at five. They got up, showered, and dressed for the office. I still didn't have anything but the jeans and shirt I was wearing. Before we left, I asked Sarah if she had her weapon. She checked in her purse, took out the lightweight Glock, dropped the clip to make.