She could feel the pulse of his body through the vessels in her mouth. The thick head pressed hard against the roof of her mouth in the rear. Ever so ...lowly she began to move her tongue. First just slightly back and forth across the sensitive underside. Then, becoming more aroused herself, along the sides, and as far back as she could reach. Holding a strong suction she began to move her head in time with her tongue. Bathing him in her moisture she began a slow, but sure, rhythm. She continued. He admitted that he hadn't thought that far ahead. I then promised a real show for the next trucker before turning off the highway.As we slowly passed a dump truck I turned side ways in my chair facing the window legs spread wide as I masturbated for the driver to watch. Our turn was coming up so we passed the truck and went off our exit. To my surprise the dump truck followed. Hubby turned into a gas station long since closed. Being late he parked under a street light next to the building. The. I reach over for a snack & Victor asks me to hand him one as well. When I reach over I feel his hand brush up against my thigh which immediately changes my breathing pattern. I hand him the snack & he thanks me. My husband has his back turned against me & is yapping away with his friends & the table behind us. I was literally shaking my head at how little attention my husband was giving me when I feel Victor's hand, discreetly, go on my thigh with the tip of his fingers on my inner thigh. I was. "And by the time we're done..." he began. "So will your wife. She's going to have a lot of black children"The thought of that made me push back harder against his cock, though I also screamed louder. He grabbed my hips and started to move in and out of me faster. "We're not even going to give her a break....she gives birth, we get her pregnant again. And again. And again. She'll be kept that way until she has nothing left....and she'll thank us for it."His strokes were still smooth and long but.