The treads on those tires have a bad habit of picking up that . . . shit . . . and smearing it all down the side of the fucking sleeper. And that, my ...ove, makes for one hell of a shitty mess!” I declared to her. The resulting smirk on her face did little to soothe my fears as she sat there in complete silence.With the engine now warm enough to roll, I pushed in the trailer valve, listening to the air pressure release the ten spring brakes that held the trailer’s brakes on fully. Once they’d. I tried not to look at myself in the mirror but focused on the taskat hand. Next I found a frilly white blouse and slipped it on. Finally Ilooked back in the mirror.What I saw was a stunning young woman. I turned around and looked at mybackside and long legs in the mirror. "Wow," was all I could say. My hairhad begun to dry and I noticed it went about halfway down my back andseemed to have a light natural curl to it. "I'm a wet dream..."I went downstairs but was thrown off guard by the changes. We just got a flash alert. Something's happening. Nothing through on Bear Island Road," she said to the surprised guard.She was a good actress. I almost believed it. We roared off down the highway toward Lake Buena Vista.I sent the prepared message to the Secretary of Homeland Security's email account, via the back door in the White House's system, at 1009 hours. Out of a sense of caution, I would refrain from monitoring the latter for several weeks; they would doubtless be alert for any. I thought it would be too rude to do this in an expensive bra, not that her French knickers weren’t expensive, but I thought they would be easier to clean. I wrapped their silky material around my hard cock and wanked off inside them whilst looking at that huge bra and the tight leggings and green top she had hung up for her next show. The thought of her being back on air after I’d just fucked her turned me on. I hoped Julia would like the mess I made in her pants and I quickly left, as I heard.