Then it was my turn. I lowered myself to my knees and spread them as widely as possible. He had probably never known a slave girl such as I. I would u...e every device I knew to win his interest."You are American?" he said in heavily accented English."Yes... master," I said. He smiled."You American girls - you are all sluts," he said. "Yes?" Yes, master," I said, not wanting to contradict him. "I am a slut, master." All you want is sex. Always sex," he said. "You come here and you seduce our men. Satisfied that the captive teenager was totally unable to move, the burly man settled next to Kyle and whispered gently in his ear."You might as well just relax and get ready to enjoy the ride, angel," he breathed into the bound boy’s ear, "like they say, leave the driving to us, okay? Don't worry, baby, you won't get bored, I promise; in fact, I guarantee us pickin' you up will be the most exciting thing that ever happened to you."Leaving the trapped blonde boy struggling futilely on the back. . then under them. She was getting a little wet and seemed to push back. The thought popped in my head and I let my body follow.. what if I slow down the car and do the predictable pervy thing to do. I have never done anything like this before and I got a little excited at the prospect. I knew it would be hard to do knowing Abby.. but I gambled... and the rest is this story.While a trucker drove in the next lane I slowed down and opened her top further, her hands were covering her face to block. I had no idea why they always say birds and bees. I've never seen any birds or bees in the bedroom. "Ah, OK, Dad." "Look, I know you are getting to be a young man now. You are eleven already. You are probably starting to notice girls," I started. "You mean like that hot babe in the third row at school?" he asked. "Uh, yes. Like that hot babe at school." That was cute, I thought. I wonder where an eleven-year-old picked that up. Probably from his old man. "Yea." "Yea, well, eventually you are.