I opened my mouth to voice my protest, when a rubber ball found its way in. Straps of leather on each side attached behind my head. Making the contrap...ion impossible to remove, or speak! Attempting to shake my head no, just rubbed my face into the pillow making it impossible to breathe. I had to face one direction or another. She had placed a mirror in my line of site now, in its reflection was the scariest thing I had ever seen. The entire side of my body was displayed, I could see and feel. Kennedy, she was one of those women in their late twenties that probably took two showers a day and were always trying on clothes to see what looked good for her disinterested husband. I had seen her husband a few times on the job, and he was always flirting with the whores down in the bad part of town and went to the bar after work to have a few before going home to his neglected wife.Mrs. Kennedy’s given name was Ava. I thought it was a classy name. The sort that you could whisper in the dark. After dressing as above, I get in my car and start down the interstate. I luv to masturbate and especially so when I am driving. I drive with my left foot on the gas, my right leg swung over on the drivers seat, legs spread wide and skirt pulled up. The skirt is unbuttoned as is the blouse so everything is kind of hanging out there for the world to see. And see they do. I can drive for miles playing with my very wet clit until I see a semi-truck up ahead. I drive in the left lane and pull. ..chip off the ol' block as they say. "How do you know this?" She hesitated a second, "Ok but what I'm gonna' tell you has to be between us...even though it's going to change everything....be sure you wanna know...I suppose it's too late for that huh?" "Yeah, it is," I replied "let me get cleaned up and change out of the cold wet panties and put on some fresh clean ones as long as you know." The story....."So I was getting home from school, it was my early day. Bobby was sick and didn't go.