I have always heard stories about guys that blow truck drivers in their trucks at rest stops but thought those kind of things don’t happen that ofte.... I walked closer to the truck to see what the driver was doing without his shirt on thinking could this be one those times that I might to do what I have seen in stories on porn sites? The driver pointed to me then made a fist like he was holding a cock and started moving it up and down in front of his mouth. I could not look away and my cock. She seemed a little flustered and just whispered, ‘Really? I mean, do you want me to? Are you sure?’ I reached for the phone and picked it up and she watched as I slowly typed, ‘Yes, I’m coming, alone, wait for me. I just want to put on something a little more appropriate for tonight.’ Then I gave her the phone back, kissed her again and said, ‘Now, go ahead and push send.’ She hesitated and said, ‘But if something happens I want it to be good for you too, not just me. Tell me it’ll excite you. Struggling to hide her smirk as her big, buffed man was visibly appalled at her suggestion. ‘Cynthia, I could never do that to you. I haven’t even looked at another woman, let alone….’ Darius stopped when he realized she was laughing. Trying his best to look ticked off, Darius feigned anger. ‘Hey, that’s not funny.’ ‘Yes it is. How could I possibly want anyone else? I have found perfection.’ She leaned across the table and kissed him. ‘Baby, you’re it for me. Never doubt me again.’ Darius. Soon, the games migrated to a series of dares. If I won, she would dosomething I wanted, or something mildly embarrassing. If I lost, herchoice usually was to have me naked and at her direction. One time,she even took me out at midnight, wearing only my windbreaker while shedrove us through a fast-food pickup window.After a while, Michelle changed the stakes. It was after a dinner outat a restaurant. Fittingly, it involved those two lipsticks again. Wewere sitting at the back of the.