Be it clear to all that I was not f***ed to become a sex slave. I stay in these my quarters naked and eager for the feel of a truckers ramrod reaming ...y ass. When business is slow which is not often, my master services me. My sexual need are growing stronger each day with ever fucking I receive. My only thoughts now are, `there are so many truckers and so little time for me to service all of them.’ My Master is so pleased with my growing abilities to satisfy so many men in one day that he has. Our moans form a chorus together as we move slowly against the other. I look down at her, breathing in the sight of her; her eyes closed, lips parted slightly as she breathes heavily and a moan or whimper escapes from deep in her throat every so often.She must have noticed that I was watching her, as her eyes open slowly and look back up into mine. One hand on my waist to push up into my heated sex as the other ghosts gently over my face, caressing my skin. She lays soft kisses all over my. “Not only that, but we seem to be branching out into other things. Wilder, kinkier things. In the past, just weeks ago, there was no way that we’d ever be into anal in a rest stop bathroom, or getting fucked openly in a convenience store, with people watching and filming the action. You’ve talked of me pegging you, too. I’ve cuffed you and gagged you with my panties.“The truth is, once you’re as intimate as you and I are, we ... just happen to trust each other, be vulnerable, fly without any. He then asked me if I had a feather duster, which I did. He had me remove the mop and replace it with the duster, so I could do a bit of dusting with the duster in my ass. I was so hard, and I was stroking myself the whole time. I could hear him masturbating too. He had me go back into the kitchen so he could hear my heels on the floor. That turned him on. I pulled the duster out when he told me to. Then he asked me to go a step further. He wanted me to go downtown to a pay phone and call him.